My UK ‘mum’ Val Hopkins died in May. It was quite sudden–the cancer the surgeons thought they’d removed came back suddenly. Just two weeks before I got the message that she was in hospice, she’d served me tea at her house. Her passing was so swift. I didn’t get to say a proper goodbye.
I rented a room from Val and her husband Harry when I first moved to England. I was vulnerable then–I’d just changed jobs, moved country, left my children behind and was on the verge of divorce. Val … More »