Not a penny left

Susan Chiswell, 68, Melton Mowbray

Opening the front door to my daughter, Joanne, then 32, I felt my mood lift.

‘Let’s take you out,’ she smiled, grabbing my coat.

It was 2009 and for months I’d been feeling depressed, hiding away in my twobedroom house, too low to leave.

The year before, in December 2008, my beloved dad, Dennis, had passed away from a heart condition.

I missed him desperately.

All I had left were precious memories, captured in photographs and keepsakes he and my mum Barbara had left me.

Grief-stricken, I’d started drinking.

After giving