I remember when my dear old Dad was in the middle of his Dementia – it had been a rapid onset as a result of a series of small strokes and he was deteriorating fast. My bother lived in Germany and my sister was battling breast cancer and I lived then – as I do now – in the north…
Today would have been my Mums 94th birthday – she passed three years ago – four years next month and although now most days I tend not to think about it too much there are moments when I miss her so much I can barely breathe. Still … I know I am the lucky one … because I still get…
When I was a child I dreamt of being a hero – in my dreams I was Captain Courtenay – a deep red and blue clad super hero flying through the air under the power of his special jet books with a utility belt full of miraculous medicines that could instantly cure any fallen hero enabling them to join the…