Every time the baby kicked was tinged with sadness I’ll keep Mum’s memory alive for my girls The second my phone buzzed, I grabbed it and picked up.
‘Hello, Mum,’
I blurted, grinning.
‘Just calling for a chat,’ she replied.
I’d already spoken to my mum Joan, 69, on the phone twice that morning.
We were always ringing each other throughout the day for little catch-ups.
I loved her to bits, and she was a doting grandma to my daughter Millie, 2. Hands on, she’d often look after her to help out me and my partner Ryan, 34.
‘I don’t know what I’d do without you,’ I’d tell her.
Then, in 2016, Mum developed a nasty cough, told me she’d been bringing up blood.
‘You need to get checked out,’…
