They say grief can make people do stupid things and, sadly, I am living proof of that. When I lost my husband Graham in 2019, when he was just 54, my grief consumed me and I had no idea how I would carry on without him.
Graham had been a drinker for as long as I could remember and in the years before his death, I’d been so worried about the impact it was having on his health.
I begged him to seek help, for my sake and for the sake of our daughters Kaileigh, 36, and Sarah, 34, and our six grandchildren. But Graham was stubborn, telling me that he was fine.
He fell ill in November 2019 and, after rushing him to hospital
