When mum died I felt a hand on me so strong that I felt my husband had come into the bedroom where I was sobbing my heart out - strong enough to stop me, raise my head - but all I could hear was my father crying too in the other bedroom.
Mum always loved Malta - my daughter was born there - so I took her for a girls holiday, just the two of us..... or so I thought. We were eating a rabbit dish - I was thinking 'I wonder…
