Our lives, your lives... that’s life!

Grief is unpredictable. There I was in May, getting ready for a Kylie concert – my eyeliner had gone on perfectly and my mind was racing. Would my hair go flat after an hour on the Tube? Would the kid

Dear Mum, A s my head popped out ...

Brett’s fiancée had been by his side through a devastating diagnosis. Then a cruel twist of fate turned the tables…

Dear Michael, I n a job like yours, ...

While my hero was losing his fight, I had a battle of my own