It Could Happen to Any of Us
The other night my husband showed me a video on YouTube of a lovely young girl, singing a beautiful song on this years’ X Factor. It was fabulous, she was amazing and the audience rose up to roar their appreciation for her talent. I was really enjoying it too until I saw Gary Barlow’s face. I have been a fan of X Factor for years, but this year, I cannot watch it. Every time I see his face, I remember that the day his youngest child died was the day my youngest child turned eight months old and my heart breaks for him and his wife. I also cannot watch the news this week, because April Jones mother’s face shows everything I dread most in life. It was the same for me when Madeleine McCann disappeared. I am now a mother for over seven years; it is what defines me more than anything else as a person. There are times when I cannot remember my life before my children. I know I worked and played hard, got to see some of the world, fell in and out of love a few tim