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

Lydia Williams, 44, lives with her husband Chris, 50, and their two children, Amelie, 14, and Arlo, 11. Every day, Amelie would come bursting through the front door, full of energy. Her life was a bus

At the end of the road I live on in Herne Bay in Kent, there’s a bench. It overlooks the sea and is a place I often go when I want to clear my mind. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve sat the

Our lives, your lives... that’s life!

Our daughter was facing a frightening diagnosis, but her dad and I knew just what to do.

The house next door had stood empty for many months and the weeds in the overgrown garden were spreading into my flower borders, becoming a nuisance. I’d taken early retirement when Jack became too il