Pierce Cook-Anderson: My mum Fidelma and me – nothing will ever be the same again.
LAST time I wrote to you I said that we were optimists in my family. I told Mum that too, often, particularly when the going got tough. I was right though, wasn’t I? After all, how many times did she fall into despair over the last ten and half months with the cancer rampaging around her fragile body, before rebounding like the Phoenix rising, crying out to her readers, ‘Onwards and upwards!’
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