A clients father died, I told him my story to try and help....
| May 26, 2010 | 5 responses |
Dealing with death is part of life…
On June the 13th 1975 I was asleep in my flat, it was 11pm and suddenly the door bell rang, it was a horrible sounding bell and I had been meaning to change it but never got around to it. I woke with a start, I wasn’t expecting anyone.
I jumped out of bed and entered the corridor, “who is it” I said through the door. It’s the police came the answer. I opened the door and two police officers stood there, a young lady and a tall male. My heart was racing I just knew something bad was about to unfold.





