Holding my nine-year-old son’s hand as we led the procession into his father’s funeral on a cold November day is a memory I will never forget.
I was saying goodbye to Sean, the man I’d loved and shared my life with for 20 years, until he’d been felled by an unexpected heart attack aged just 47.
But Dash was a little boy who’d lost his father far too soon, and his sobs throughout the service made me ache all the more.
Friends and relatives had flown in to pay their respects, and my shattered heart was soothed a little hearing their kind words
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