A father & son story about surviving grief.
Dad at 31. Husband at 32. Widower at 33.
This is the story about how my son and I coped in the months and years after my wife was killed. I shared our experiences in the hope of helping other bereaved people find their own words in times of despair and crisis.
Meet the family.
Ben
I met Desreen in a nightclub queue in my twenties, we fell in love, had a beautiful baby son and got married. Shortly after our first wedding anniversary, I was widowed at the age of 33.
Desreen
My wife was the funniest person I’ve ever met. She had such an infectious appetite for life and she loved her two boys: our son, Jackson, and me. She died just weeks after her 33rd birthday.
Jackson
My son had just turned two when his mummy was killed. The two of them were so similar and so close. He’s 10 years old now and still talks about her every day. He loves football and gaming.