Finding purpose in grief – Helen’s story

I’m not overly sentimental about dates and anniversaries. But on 29th April in 2024, it marked 25 years since I lost my husband, Clive. The thing about grief is, it never goes away. You just learn to live with it. Clive was 40 when he began to struggle with reading and writing. He started making frequent spelling mistakes – this from a man who had consistently (and annoyingly) always beaten me at Scrabble!