Category: Family

“Everyone gets depressed,” my dad would say, rolling his eyes at me and my mother when we spoke openly about our mental health. He didn’t understand depression; the closest he had gotten to mental disorder was in the long ago loving embrace of her arms, his fingers tickling the fine hairs on her pale skin. Dad never...

In his appallingly written, unintentionally sad piece for Esquire, Giles Coren manages to out himself as the world’s worst dad. Before you have a chance to delve in to the article, the title: “I don’t care what my child becomes… as long as they’re not fat” lets you know that this piece isn’t going to contain any...

My Child, My Baby, My Everything, You might wonder what’s the use of me writing to you, and to be honest I hope you do. I hope we communicated enough while you were growing up for you to never have to read this. I know I made mistakes – I will make mistakes from the minute you will be in my arms – but I hope a lack of...

Dear Grandad, It’s me, Sophie, your granddaughter. You don’t recognise who I am anymore. I know who you are, but you aren’t the same. I wish I could have told you so many things before you developed dementia. There are things I wish I could have said when you would have been able to comprehend, but finding out that...

I doubt very much that you remember me – it’s been 14 years, and you’ll have had hundreds of thousands of house visits since then. But I’ll remember you forever. Let’s refresh your memories – it’s Boxing Day 2003, and you’re called to a house in the early morning, perhaps around 8am. It’s light and crisp outside and...

‘Living the dream’, living ‘the good life’, these phrases are embedded in our language, and are for many people an aspiration, an ideal for which they strive. But what happens when you get there? Coming from someone who has; it’s not, as they say, a bed of roses. I started off on this journey sometime in my childhood....

Growing up, my dad was my best friend. I spent every weekend at work with him, working on trucks and driving tractors. He gave me my first pair of overalls and taught me to ride a bike, and when he died 4 years ago after a brief battle with lung cancer I was devastated. I was devastated that my dad would never see me...

Inever thought about how expensive funerals were until my dad passed away. All of a sudden, I became painfully aware of how much it cost when someone dies. From the cost of the plot in the graveyard, to moving the body, and the extortionate cost of a headstone, we were suddenly looking at a bill of several thousands...

    Refugees They have no need of our help So do not tell me These haggard faces could belong to you or I Should life have dealt a different hand We need to see them for who they really are Chancers and scroungers Layabouts and loungers With bombs up their sleeves Cut-throats and thieves They are not Welcome here We...

Iwas diagnosed with a brain tumour at the age of 11 just at the start of year 6. I spent most of my time in hospital and over the next 5 years, I was barely in school. I underwent several surgeries, aggressive radiotherapy and spent more time in various hospital wards with strangers than I did at home with my own...