Just a man opening up about how it feels to lose his wife
I ran the Brighton Half Marathon yesterday. It’d been planned for ages and my wife, Desreen, was due to take part with me. I knew she wouldn’t need to get … Continue reading →
At Desreen’s funeral, the vicar who married us said something that really stuck with me. As he held up a card from Liberty that she’d sent him some weeks earlier, … Continue reading →
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