There are moments in life that nothing can prepare you for. When I received a phone call from a police officer, telling me my husband was in hospital after being involved in a road traffic accident, my life changed forever.
It was December 2018, and just hours earlier, Paul, then 34, and I had been snuggling in bed with our children, Archie, five, and Emilia, two. We got up, had breakfast and danced round the kitchen, before parting ways. Paul kissed me goodbye as I sat on the sofa doing Emilia’s hair, and smiled at me as he walked out the door. Soon, I was on my way to the laboratory where I worked as a dental technician, leaving the kids with my dad, Simon, then 60, who’d get Archie…