EVERY minute of every hour of every day, someone somewhere will meet a sudden and traumatic death leaving their loved ones in a state of physical shock, grief stricken and in many cases facing years of desperate anguish. Allowing that in most instances there will be at least two mourners, this is misery of plague proportions and the statistics are rising each year. It is a universal and perpetual malaise.
On 18 January 2015 I became one of these statistics when I watched my wife of forty-three years slowly bleed to death, incongruously in one of the world’s great hospitals. How this happened and why is explained elsewhere in the hope that it may influence family decisions of others and perhaps prevent similar grief.
This book was conceived as a memorial to Christine and as a memento for future generations of our family. Once over the sheer physical shock of losing her, I wanted desperately to record some details of our marriage, our romance, and the final year of her life, the cause and effect of her death, and how I faced soul-shattering grief before I found a way to survive. It was a journey I could never have imagined, one I thought would end in my own death, which would have been welcome. Then, a year later, the dawn broke, the sun rose again and I found a reason to carry on living. The reason will be found in this book.
If you’d care to read further, it is available here: https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/1533440816