Festive thoughts on loss and hope
Today is my mum’s birthday, she would have been 69, just one year younger than her mum is celebrating in this photo.
My mum didn’t make it, she died in April 2014 just three weeks after being diagnosed with liver cancer at the age of 66. Too young.
Her brother Steven, at the centre back of this photo, died earlier this year. Where once there were six, only four remain.
“Everyone can master a grief but he that has it.”
–William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing