When Dad Died

Lacey Taylor is the star of her own series of books, first introduced in My Husband’s Sin before moving forward in Don’t Call Me Mum. With the Lacey Taylor story due to continue in book three next year, I thought it’d be a fun and enriching experience to explore her character and her backstory in more detail. And so was born Letters From Lacey, online exclusive stories from her past to run alongside the books. I’m delighted to dive deeper into this wonderful character as time goes on! And who knows, if all goes well, I may start expanding other characters from the books too!


Dear Readers,

Losing a loved one is never easy and remembering them is constant, especially as their anniversary comes round. That’s what I’m facing shortly, Dad was taken quickly from us. He was young, not that it’s ever a good age to lose someone who is your world or otherwise.

I was very close to him, he hugged me each day, and never a night went by that he didn’t say how much he loved me. At times it seemed like he was compelled to say it. That reassuring me was important to him.

Guess I was a Daddy’s girl really. Mum never cuddled me or showed affection. I wonder did I remind her of something or someone, was my birth such a terrible memory?

I hated dressing in black for the funeral, the serious ceremony, the emptiness in our home. Willow and Sally, my sisters cried their eyes out for days upon days. Robert, my darling brother tried to act the man of the house and take control but failed. His heart too was broken.

You see we all adored our father, now he was gone without warning. Snuffed out like a candle.

Life with mum was always a puzzle for me but with dad out of the picture, she grew more cold and distant towards me and I could not understand why. If I asked her for a hug, she would shrug and say she was busy.

How do you handle it? The loss of the most important person in your universe, (Dad was mine) and the rejection of another (my mother) whose role it is to sprinkle you with unconditional love?

Have you suffered loss? The pain, the physical pain never leaves, it subsides but always there lurking, splintering your heart, your life for evermore.

I send hugs, thousands of hugs to you dear, Readers, who know the pain of loss, and to you who have yet to endure it, wrap my hug around you and know life will be cheerful once more.

Lacey xx

 


If you love Lacey as much as I do, be sure to check out her series and follow for more 😊 I plan to publish on a Monday and Friday, alongside the usual writing tips and updates you’d expect on a Wednesday. For fans of the series, be sure to share this with your friends and family… It’s more Lacey! And you won’t find these stories in her books…

Published by marytbradford

Family is important to Mary and her writing reflects the ups and downs of it all, and what people go through daily. She has been writing short stories for several years and enjoys success with her fiction in magazines, newspapers, and anthologies both in Ireland and abroad, namely Germany, India, and the US. Her stories have been both short/long listed in various competitions. It was because of this success, Mary took the plunge and self-published her first collection of stories titled, A Baker’s Dozen (2012). She plans to bring out a new collection in 2021. When one of her stories kept growing she ended up with her first published novel, My Husband's Sin. The follow up to this, Don't Call Me Mum, is available also. Both are available in paperback and eBook format on Amazon. Mary continues to write novels and short stories. She has dabbled too in writing plays and has seen her work shortlisted and performed. In 2019, Mary attended the University of Limerick and studied for a MA in Creative Writing. In August 2020, she submitted her thesis for evaluation. When taking a break from writing and reading Mary loves to crochet or cross-stitch. Living in County Cork, Ireland, she is married and is a mother of four children. Having overcome open heart surgery in 2008, Mary made the decision to dedicate more time to her writing. Her children were almost raised by then and were starting to spread their wings.

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