Everything changes . . . . . . . . . . for now!

At quarter to six on that pain-filled Friday, twenty-two weeks ago today, as my wife Gemma breathed her final, peaceful breath, everything changed. The hopes and dreams for us…

An ode to a new reality.

As the car lights strike the drive the house lies in darkness once again. The welcoming glow of years gone by remains extinguished. The Georgian bricks and mortar shout…

Mother’s Day . . . . . . . . . . . . without Mum

I want my mummy
Seeing your child sobbing uncontrollably is something that is always hard to see and so very hard to deal with, but to see them crying over…

Eye of the Storm

https://itunes.apple.com/gb/podcast/simon-thomas/id1218370258?i=1000404010451&mt=2

My Gems (recording of my tribute to Gemma at her celebration)