SHE WAS DYING and we didn’t know
Mar 17, 2020
5 minutes
WORDS: JILL FOSTER
Every time I work away from home, I send a text to my wife Sian to wish her goodnight. I find comfort in the thought that her phone blinks alive every time I send a message to the woman I love, even though I know she’ll never see it. You see, Sian passed away in January 2019, aged only 48.
‘All I wanted was her to be happy’
Sian was everything to me. Only 5ft 2in tall, she was dainty and shy, with the brightest smile. It was the first thing I noticed when we met at work in a factory in 1989. Over a year later, I asked her out and, as money was tight, our first date was simply a walk along our local
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