My beloved husband, Kent, died in January 2012, 3 years after diagnosis of a brain tumour. Our son was 2 1/2 and our daughter 3 months old. He and I were far too young. I am now hurtling through the black space of life without him.

Wednesday, 9 May 2012


I'm hanging from a rope over the side of a cliff. Then a net comes, ropes, promises, hope, threaded underneath me, keeping me safe.
Then the rope is cut. The net has gone. Kent is falling too. He has landed in the water, and I'm left splattered on the rocks.

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