The wind howled round the cliffs, biting my face and penetrating my clothes with its cold breath, and suddenly I knew I had been right to come. At last I was remembering him as he had been the first time we were here, when he held me in his arms and promised me that one day we would return. He would never keep that promise now, but I would always remember how in love we had been.
I looked up to the sky, letting the rain wash away my tears. It was all over now. I would always love him, nothing would ever change that.
Pulling my coat tightly round me, I took one last look across the sunless seascape. My eyes followed the tide, moving ever and steadily inwards to the shoreline below. I stood for a long time, looking down into the bay, until the darkness gathered shadows – as if trying to draw together the fractured pieces of my heart. I buried my face in my hands, drowning in the bottomless gulf of grief.
And then, even before he spoke my name, I knew. Lifting my head, my eyes blinded by tears, I turned and walked slowly into his arms.
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Just One More Day: A Memoir
Susan Lewis
In 1960s Bristol a family is overshadowed by tragedy . . .
While Susan, a feisty seven-year-old, is busy being brave, her mother, Eddress, is struggling for courage. Though bound by an indestructible love, their journey through a world that is darkening with tragedy is fraught with misunderstandings.
As a mother’s greatest fear becomes reality, Eddress tries to deny the truth. And, faced with a wall of adult secrets, Susan creates a world that will never allow her mother to leave.
Set in a world where a fridge is a luxury, cars have starting handles, and where bingo and coupons bring in the little extras,
Just One More Day
is a deeply moving true-life account of how the spectre of death moved into Susan’s family, and how hard they all tried to pretend it wasn’t there.
‘Susan Lewis fans know she can write compelling fiction, but not, until now, that she can write even more engrossing fact. We use the phrase honest truth too lightly: it should be reserved for books – deeply moving books – like this’ Alan Coren
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32