Low Season adventures
infection took him in just five days. When you’ve lived so long with relentless positivity you leave no room for failure, for what-ifs, and the shock was seismic; leaving me a widow at 45, with two similarly traumatised children aged just 15 and 12. I’m not a great mum, sometimes I’m a good mum, sometimes I’m a bloody awful mum.
By Nikki Morrison
Low Season Traveller
To relax, for adventures, for renewal? To experience new tastes, cultures, vistas? The answer will be different and personal to everyone, so perhaps I should just stick to giving my personal answer.
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Nine years ago my world ended: my husband died. He’d been ill for nine years, diagnosed on our 10th wedding anniversary, but we’d spent those nine years very much alive and fighting for life. It wasn’t the cancer that killed him. He was undergoing a second stem cell transplant when an
I thought you only had to get them to five and then we’d be able to head off on adventures of our own once again, but ‘I can’t wait til the kids leave home’ quickly flipped to ‘Don’t leave me!’ So I guess what I’m saying is that I’ve been quietly bracing myself for this moment ever since Rory died. Every parent wants to launch their child into the world full of confidence and with barely a backward glance… but bereaved children are different. They’ve lost one parent and they keep a beady eye on the one they’ve got left. My daughter doesn’t do ‘Mother’s Day’, she sends me ‘MAD Day’ cards, because
