It is 10 years since my eldest son died of a brain tumour at the age of 34. I pondered over how best I could deal with this poignant date. I thought about putting an 'in memoriam' in the local paper, but as his life expanded to other parts of the country, I decided to make some teabag holders enclosing a teabag and a poem and posted them to relevant people so that they could join me on that day by making a cup of tea so that we could all remember him. I love sewing so making the tea bag holders was therapeutic as was the poem I wrote.
Retirement is it what you thought it would be?

