Simple But Complex – Compassion

The strap line for Homeward Bound is a play about love, relationships, empathy and compassion. Everything I have done since Seth died has been about sharing our story, via Homeward Bound in its three forms the play, the film and the educational package. Our story has...

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Only and Just

Homeward Bound a play, a film and educational resource about love, relationships, empathy and compassion at end of life. But it’s so much more too, it’s a catalyst, a mirror, an irritant to allow people to see what’s really happening and it’s Seth’s and my personal...

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What a difference a year makes

This time last year I was nervously waiting to go to London for the launch of Homeward Bound the film and the educational resource. I had decided to turn Homeward Bound the play into a film that would make our story more readily available to more people, to give it...

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What do these two people have in common?

Person One - Aged 50  - Married - Two grown up children - Lives in Scotland - Just been on holiday to celebrate her fiftieth birthday looking forward to life and enjoying a new found freedom now that her grown up children have left home   Person Two  - Aged 49 -...

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Stories That Make You Cry

I have been watching and listening to some stories today, stories that have made me cry, they have made me weep; they have had a powerful and moving effect on me. When I was a child stories were so important to me, I remember being in my first class at infants school...

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Moving

We all move every day, moving is sign of life, an energy, movement denotes vitality, if our bodies didn’t move we wouldn’t be alive; we would cease to exist.
People move house, they move about, they get a move on, they are moved by things and when they are bereaved eventually they are expected to move on. Moving on that phrase that is used to describe a point in the grieving process where it’s deemed by others as healthy to make a conscious change, to accept what’s happened and put the past behind you.l

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Three years, thirty three days – Love and Loss

The number thirty three was to become of major significance to me in the 49th year of my life because it was the number of days that it took for the love of my life, my reason for living, to succumb to pancreatic cancer a most insidious disease. Pancreatic Cancer that took away all our forevers.

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