My name is Mike, I am a fifty-seven-year-old widower and I want to tell you about an event that was to change my life for the better.
First a little about myself, I lost my wife, Anna, three years ago to cervical cancer, and I had to watch the love of my life, my soul-mate, slowly fade away before my eyes. It was the most heart-breaking thing that I have ever had to do. And when I hear people tell me that ‘at least you had the chance to say goodbye’, I just smile. Whilst inside all I can see is my wife in constant pain and when she died, it was something of a relief. There were times that I wished that she’d been taken suddenly and unexpected, without having to endure all the pain.
But that was three years ago and, as they say, time is a great healer, well, not a healer, but with time, life produces distractions that push those memories further back and they become less prominent on a day-to-day basis.
We have two children, David, our first-born, he is thirty-five, and he is married to Kelly, they have two beautiful children, Amy, who is twelve and her sister, Ellie, who is nine. Our daughter Alice is thirty-three, and she is married to Dan and they have a son, Harry, who is six, and a daughter Emily, who is four.
Those four grand-children are my life, without whom I might not be here today. In the months after their grandmother’s death I saw a lot of them, by design, and they would not allow me to be depressed and sad all the time, they kept me busy, and I loved it.
The next significant moment in my life came one hot summer's day, and it occurred in my back garden.