By Frances Beck It’s 18 months since you drew your last breath; 18 months of missing you more every day; 18 months of appearing to be locked in a surreal nightmare. 18 months of ‘what ifs’ and unanswered questions; 18 months of trying to understand; 18 months of yearning to Continue Reading
Fourteen months and still counting
By Frances Beck I have now survived for 14 months without Conor being physically in our lives. Fourteen months that I couldn’t imagine how I possibly could keep on, yet here I am keeping on keeping on. And I’m still counting. I still count the weeks and months away from Continue Reading