Endgame

Life became about waiting for the funeral. It was a bizarre fixation, an almost unconscious expectation that once the funeral is done, we can start to rebuild. At the same time my brain was still trying to slam the brakes on everything, there was a very primal feeling of complete denial, and I guess bargaining …

Damage Control

I struggle to remember exactly how I got through those first few days, I remember people saying I would expect to feel numb and shocked, but I assumed they were referring to how I felt when I saw Morag die. When I did a mental ‘pat for my keys’ I still felt like me, but …

My First Blog Post

Morag died around 1am on Sunday the 5th of May, a bank holiday weekend. I got home and went to bed. My Dad was staying with me so he and his wife looked after my 3 year old son, Jamie in the morning while I lay there staring at the ceiling. I had only slept …

Introducing me…

Why blog? Why Running for Safety? My name is Ian, I am 34 years old. I am a father to the best 3 year old son in the world (sorry to the rest of you). I am a widower. Why do this? I had always toyed with the idea of blogging. Wanting to help people …