Where to start? The begining I suppose! If only I'd gotten my therapist to take notes..... Telling you my story would be a lot easier.

For those of you who don't know me, or even those who do for that matter, for I am a someone different now. A large part of me was taken away in 2018.

Christmas 2018 was supposed to be a life changing experience for my mother. My brother Karl was was to organise a skydive for them both, something mum had been eager to experience for years, more so after her diagnosis and adopting the attitude of living life to the fullest. 

Karl was too perfect for this imperfect world, and after truly living, doing and achieving more in his just 27 years, than more people only dream of in an entire life time, he left us July 21st 2018!

My mother boarded a plane the following day, and made the gruelling journey to Kuala Lumpur to bring her baby home. Nine days after our family received this life changing news, we sat in the royal Gwent hospital and listened whilst we were told....... 'IT' was back...... And it was not curable! 

I'm sure any parent would agree with me, burying your baby is something no parent should have to do. Mum stayed with us in body until 22nd December 2018...... But she couldn't stay, she had plans you see, and anyone who knew mum knew how punctual she was, she'd hate to be late. Her and Karl had arranged to do their skydive in Bali Christmas 2018. 

Medical prognosis says what it says....... But we know mum died of a broken heart.

So that's why I've agreed to throw myself out of a plane at 12000ft, because if for only a moment, I want to fly with my angels.

This particular skydive for this particular charity, just happens to be scheduled for my 34th birthday....... Gotcha sign mum! 👼