Stories from: Countess Mountbatten House, Southampton

So far you have not mentioned the loss of abortion. I spent 44 years accusing myself of murdering my child.

Fergal was upstairs, bed-bound and diagnosed with terminal cancer. Bridie was busying herself in the kitchen cooking cheese scones. Fergal’s

I’m part of a large Irish family. Since childhood I’ve seen so many dead relatives and have kissed them in