When I lost the love of my life, I didn’t know how to keep going

IVY loved being a mother. From the moment Toby was delivered into her arms, she’d felt a sense of rightness that this was what she’d been born to do. But she’d also had to learn to accept that being a

Twirling around and waving her arms on stage, my eldest, Laura, then six, had a huge smile on her face as she glanced at me and her dad Mac, then 29, in the audience. ‘What a superstar,’ I whispered,

Those words turned out to be some of my hubby’s last

Do you remember that park you used to take me to as a kid, the one with the red, boat-shaped climbing frame? It wasn’t too far from our home in Hull where we lived. You’d often sit on a bench chatting

Dressed in a nautical striped top, dungarees, Converse shoes and a daisy chain in my hair, I swung my arm around my little sis Aimee, then eight, and grinned up at the handheld camera. ‘Cheese,’ Aimee