Radha welcomed me into her home. I paid her the deposit and one months rent in advance. She gave me a contract and I read it through. It seemed pretty straight forward. Or so I thought... I signed it and kept a copy of it to myself. We then went out into the garden and …
A lot goes on in three years (part 1)
So I carried on working and feeling much more at ease since Veronica left. However, there was still the issue of then trying to find another place to move to again, as Sara was getting too caught up in the middle of us and although she sympathised, she obviously was going to put her daughter …
Karma
That very night, I lay in bed and called my friends to tell them what happened. They couldn't understand what had possessed her to say such things and so out of the blue. To them, they always perceived her as a very shy, sensitive and kind person who wouldn't even hurt a fly. 'It doesn't …
Picking myself up and carrying on again.. (part 2)
The day of the move was emotional and bittersweet. We'd be moving on from the pain of bad memories but at the same time missing our home. We managed to get rid of what we didn't need anymore through charities. I took most of the sentimental things and all my furniture for the room that …
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Picking myself up and carrying on again..
So, since that amazing special moment that happened at my cousin Dan's, Max and I spent the last few years trying to adjust to a sense of normality again. A lot has happened during this time - a one very long rollercoaster journey.. As I had mentioned in my previous post, the flat that we …
Signs..
The night before the funeral, Max and I thought of some possible music dedicated to her. Uncle Kevin was very helpful and brought over some CDs. He went back home to prepare for his speech, which he had nearly finished writing. I noticed Max had started writing one too. I was very surprised because at …
One step at a time..
Within a space of a week or two, I now had to take the next steps and with a little help from my uncles, especially Uncle Brian - who undoubtedly, was brilliant when he helped my Mum with all the paperwork and funeral arrangements out when Dad died. It was so stressful and I hadn't …
The morning after..
Max and I hugged each other tightly and sobbed our hearts out until our clothes were soaked with tears. 'She's free now Kate, shes's with Dad. No more pain. No more suffering' Max sniffled. Frances had left the room quietly to probably spend some quality time alone. I couldn't imagine how he was …
The last and long nights..
Max and I informed the whole family the heartbreaking news that it will soon be the time to come for our lovely, beautiful, amazing and most wonderful mother to depart from us (still breaks my heart even saying these words..). She was so strong and having to carry on for 8 years after losing her …
First time and only the last
Well..as you can imagine, the chemotherapy session that mum had was an intense, exhausting experience. It was like it had sucked her whole entire essence out of her. I tried to remain positive and wait until she once again regained her incredible strength to fight this long arduous battle. 'I know she can do this!' …
