Sitting down in front of four other strangers, I burst into tears.
In fact, for the first session, that’s all I could manage – hardly a word left my mouth.
Only in a strange way, that in itself was a relief.
From going to being at home on my own enveloped in an overwhelming feeling of grief, to having a group of people that would listen to my thoughts, it was a comforting experience.
Stumbling across the drop-in café session at Treetops Hospice through Facebook one evening in September 2020, it was advertised as a safe space that was open to anyone who had suffered from some sort of bereavement – which sadly applied to me.
After being happily married to Steve, meeting when we were roughly 22 back in 1974, and welcoming our sons Chris, now 43, and
