On the eight of March this year, after visiting dear friends for an idyllic Sunday lunch at their house in the countryside, we returned to London. My husband James went to sleep feeling unwell and never woke up. What played out in the following four days was like something from a film. Surreal and shocking in equal measure. I was left alone, my children fatherless and Angela, my beloved mother-in-law was left childless.
James’ name for our family was The Pod. One of the purposes of this blog is to chart my progress from incompetent human being to averagely productive human. And I do this with so much help from the new Pod, my teachers. Each post therefore is dedicated to them in some way but the entire blog is for Angela.
The blog aims to capture my children’s father, celebrate and remember him. It also has the hopeful purpose of helping those in any kind of similar position. It is a way of seeing what I am really made of and if I do indeed have any True Grit.
- Apologies for the homage to The Smiths, but needs must.