This isn’t the first piece I’ve written. I used to contribute on a variety of topics that, for one reason or other, piqued my interest – light-hearted banter for a Sunday morning: parenting, consumerism, travel. Now all I’m interested in is death, how we react to it, and what it can teach us about how to live.
Two years ago, on Queen’s Birthday weekend, our funny and beautiful 12-year-old daughter, Abi, was suddenly killed in a tragic road accident. Alongside her died her best friend, Ella, and Ella’s mum, Sally, who was also a dear friend of mine. Dead, gone, no more. A single second of motorised madness snuffing out decades of precious life. It made no sense at all.