I’ve been enjoying a week with my grandson, Oliver at my house. He’s three and a half and full of energy. I keep him busy all day at parks and playgroups and in the evening, I’m tired. It’s a good tired feeling.

When we lost our daughter (and sister) Justine four and a half years ago we would never have believed so much joy would come into our lives. He’s really been our salvation and forced us all into continuing to participate in life.

I’m not sure how many of you have read my memoirs about my experiences raising Justine. If not you can pick up a copy of Not My Story To Tell and the small e-book companion JUSTINE on Amazon.

Oliver