Letters home rediscovered, 1946
My home is stuffed with precious things. None more so than this small box of envelopes. After 65 years secreted away in a plastic bag, they were discovered by my […]
My home is stuffed with precious things. None more so than this small box of envelopes. After 65 years secreted away in a plastic bag, they were discovered by my […]
My name is Helen and my mum died 5 years ago. So why haven’t I changed my phone to read ‘dad’ instead of ‘mum’ against their number? I cannot bring […]
Meet Uncle Joe. I never did, by the way. He died many many years before I was born. I recall his photograph sitting on my Nan’s sideboard. It was, in […]
I have to confess that I took my mum for granted. Don’t we all? And then she went and died. Would that we could turn back the clock. If we […]
My mother passed away 4 years ago, suddenly. Whilst grieving consumed all of us for some time (and still creeps in through an open window when I least expect it), I […]