Sadly back in April I lost my sister to a very aggressive cancer, it was all over in a few weeks. She like me had had a difficult start in life and as adults we both became dependent on alcohol. At 40 I stopped drinking following major surgery but my sister remained dependent. As a consequence her life hadn’t been easy.
About twelve years ago she met a man who was to become the love of her life and although drinking featured in their lives they were very close and had a relationship full of love. When my sister died he was devastated and could barely cope with waking up in the mornings. He’d call me several times a day regardless of the time partly I think because in talking to me he felt some closeness to my sister. Of my three sisters Kerrie was the closest to me mentally and I can’t deny feeling a dreadful loss when she died. I was in India at the time she passed away and felt quite helpless and gutted.
At the funeral Stuart was almost manic with pain and told me that he and Kerrie had made a pact. Sadly yesterday I had a call from my niece Mia who told me they had found Stuart dead in his house although no other details are available yet.
I write this post as a tribute to a wonderful man, Stuart Wilson, who gave my sister twelve happy years at the end of her life. I know things weren’t easy for him either but it didn’t stop him loving and caring unconditionally for Kerrie and that alone gives me so much peace. Thank you Stuart.