50 ways to find a lover  

Thursday, 14 May 2009

Oh my, a friend of mine sent me this, she thought I’d enjoy it, bearing in mind my recently acquired addiction to blogging.

I got the kids to bed, climbed in the bath, turned to page one and started reading, I read the whole thing in one go, I only stopped to top up the water as it had gone cold and to tell Dave to go away…he kept banging on the door to ask me why I was laughing!

The Author describes the blogging addiction quite well, and has a great voice, her sense of humour, whilst being a bit near the mark at times, is great. I’ll look out for the next one….

The book
I feel like a failure. It's now been 351 days since I had sex. That's a carnal drought. If Bob Geldof knew about it he'd hold a concert.

Sarah Sargeant has been single for three years and nine months. She has just spent five months plucking up the courage to ask out a balding man with a paunch who works in her local pub. The gentleman in question informed her that he would rather stay in and watch the "Narnia" movie on DVD. Her pride has not just been bruised, it's been disembowelled. And she vows it's the last time she will ever reach out to a member of the opposite sex. But her family and friends have other ideas. They enter her into a reality TV show against her will, persuade her to go speed dating and even more radically, they encourage her to start a blog. Suddenly Sarah Sargeant is on a mission. A mission to explore 50 ways to find a lover.


About the Author
Lucy-Anne Holmes is an actress living in London. 50 Ways to Find a Lover had its genesis in Lucy's blog, www.spinstersquest.com, cataloguing her real-life love woes. She is currently working on her second novel, in which Sarah Sargeant heads to LA.

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I Believe I Can Fly!  

Wednesday, 11 March 2009

To everyone who asked to read a copy of Aaron’s book…thank you. xxx.

I put them in the post on Monday. For those people in the US, Canada and India, you may not be aware of the amazing thing we have called Royal Mail…it would probably be quicker to strap the book onto the back of a tortoise and let him make his way to you, but, as I had no tortoise to hand, I left your books safely in the hands of the Royal Mail system.

Of course, to all the British people who are waiting for a copy, they are well aware of the system and will not be expecting their books until the year 2011 anyway….

I’m kidding!

Actually, UK deliveries will be fairly quick, but the international deliveries may take up to 2 weeks.

But thank you so much for reading, I hope you love the book and enjoy getting to know Aaron, and remember, any aggressive behaviour on my part was only due to extreme stress in the face of professionals getting in my way!!! So please don’t judge me.

Take care

Sally & Aaron xxx

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Love Beyond Life  

Tuesday, 10 March 2009

After losing my son Aaron I guess I had a need for answers, some sort of affirmation that it didn’t all end with our last breath. But even before that, I have always had a great interest in this type of information and have read dozens of books on the subjects of life after death and after death contact. They’ve ranged from feel good to scientific to wacky, with some truly imaginative theories offered for various experiences.

‘Love beyond life’ is a thoughtful piece of research for anyone wishing to explain a specific experience or just out of curiosity. I like the organisation of the work and the handling of the material. This book presents descriptions of the many experiences that people can have after the passing of a loved one. If you've lost a loved one and are wondering if that "weird" thing that happened to you means you've also lost your mind, you will be comforted to find that you are not only sane, but have lots of company in experiencing the Love Beyond Life of loved ones who have died. If you have not lost a loved one but are searching for answers; this book is also for you. It will make you examine what you already believe and explore new areas of thought.

Definitely worth a read.

I definitely got some piece of mind, I read ‘The Day I Died’ before this, and felt that there was some undeniable and beautiful experiences in that, but this book really depicted that feeling of love living beyond the physical.


Take care

sal xxxx

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Thank you all for your beautiful words of comfort!  

Friday, 6 March 2009

Thank you everyone for your support, for the messages/cards/e-mails/comments sent in honour of Aaron. I gained so much strength from your words.

I sent a big red heart balloon up to Aaron yesterday (red was his favourite colour).

We had a balloon release on the day we celebrated his life, it was incredible. No-one wore black, and we didn’t have flowers, we had balloons, and seeing literally hundreds of balloons of all his favourite characters, colours and of course dolphins float up into the sky, was breath taking. I’m sure some people though it was a little mad, with his white horse drawn carriage, his casket hand painted with dolphins, everyone in their brightest clothes and craziest hats (another thing he loved…mad hats), and dozens of cars following with balloons hanging out the windows…but he would have loved that. We even finished the night with fireworks, a huge dolphin shaped Aaron which stopped traffic and caused chaos!!! Perfect.






And for those of you who didn’t know Aaron you are right, he is an incredible child, and an amazing spirit.

I don’t know if you all know but I did write a book about Aaron and our lives together, the fights, the struggles, the love, the laughter, the madness!!!

It started off as just me sitting at the computer for hours on end because I couldn't sleep and writing everything down, it was as if I was terrified to forget the tiniest thing about our lives together..and it just grew, and the more people that read it and were inspired, or laughed, the more I realised it was a way of leaving a legacy for Aaron. He taught us so many lessons, there was a chance for him to teach more and more people.

If you would like to know more about Aaron and what we all went through, then please let me know, I’d be more than happy to send you a copy of Aaron’s book. Although it may be hard to get through in places, I can promise it will still inspire, and still make you laugh in places. Aaron’s spirit shines through and really teaches us all something about love and determination!


You can e-mail me through my profile, I look forward to hearing from you.

Here are a few or Aaron's favourite hats...

The Jester (perfect for Aaron)..not everyone can pull off a hat like this!

AH, not quite a hat...but Aaron tried it on for size anyway!

His absolute favourite..Aaron the Viking, this always drew a few looks as cars pulled along side us!

He even fashioned a few of his own!

A more sophisticated look!

Take care, and thank you again, from the bottom of my heart,

Sal xxx

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In Your Dreams!  

Thursday, 5 February 2009

Dream analysis!

A friend of mine bought me a dream symbol book for my birthday. I’ve been sleeping a bit more lately, so, as I am now asleep long enough to experience this phenomenon of dreaming, I thought maybe I’d take a look and see what the book says.

Personally I am a firm believer that our dreams are our thoughts/fears/emotions of the day/recent events unwinding. But hey, what do I know, the guy that wrote this book's got a PhD, a BSc and about thirty thousand other qualifications; so he must know something…right?

First I flicked through the book and was a little surprised to find that about seventy percent of anything in our dreams is actually sexually significant…hmmm!

e.g.
Dome…sexual symbol,
Ice…frigidity,
Obelisk…phallic symbol,
Goat…male sexuality,
Spilling liquid...sexual addiction???
Riding…desire for sex,
River…flow of sexuality,
Pole…phallic symbol,
Policeman…sexual emotions,
Ram…sexual symbol…the list goes on, and on, and on.

However; orgy, funnily enough means breaking out of an old habit, and actually dreaming about sex means you are balanced.

So I ploughed on regardless and decided to analyse last nights dream!

It all makes complete sense to me now???!!!????

I’m a frigid sex addict with anger issues, an over passive nature and aggressive tendencies, I am, it seems, a timid person with an abundance of confidence. I will be getting a promotion at work (a miracle in itself seeing as I work for myself…by myself, I can always promote myself to be my own boss I suppose), and I'll be meeting a new man very soon…for the love of god! Where ever will I find the time between all the passive aggressive, submissive anger tantrums, and not forgetting all the sex!!!!

Confused…maybe!

And there I was just thinking that dreaming about clearing the path of snow and making hot chocolate and spilling it, while the children built a snowman, then dreaming about housework and bills, was just the events of the day unwinding.

I learnt a lot! I wonder if he paid good money for that PhD???

Good grief!

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Mothers  

Monday, 2 February 2009


I love Maya Angelou’s work; I find her poetry poignant and meaningful to me. So I bought this book when I came across it in a second hand bookshop. The entire book consists of one poem. It is as moving as any of her work I have read to date.There is no foreword, preface, afterword, bibliography, or any explanatory notes to "Mother," just the poem itself. If you did not stop to ponder and meditate the words, you could read the book in five minutes flat. But that would be a real shame. Angelou's poem evokes the grace and power of mothers everywhere, and our experience of them beginning as babies, then proceeding through childhood, teenage rebellion (for some of us!!!), and then into adulthood. Angelou's poetry reaffirmed my gratitude and admiration for my own mother.

It is a perfect gift, especially for mothers.

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Overthinkers anonymous!  

Friday, 30 January 2009

I recently saw this book and felt that I just had to buy it. As a lifelong ‘over thinker’ it seemed perfect for me. I spend hours laying awake at night, over analyzing everything, making metal lists, wondering how to improve things in my home and the world, worrying that something I may have said or done might have hurt someone else…so this book seemed like something I could relate to.

I wasn’t disappointed.

It is an impressive book, with a lot of research into how and why women overthink just about everything.

I need to get my husband to read it now, he might just understand me a little bit better and stop telling me to “just switch off/just relax/chill out/let it go, and my personal favourite…don’t worry about it until you have something to worry about.”

I think I learnt a lot about myself reading this book.

Will it cure my insomnia, my over analytical nature…maybe not straight away, but I’ll try what she suggests and see where it takes me!

Take care

Sal xxxxxxxxxx

“Groundbreaking research . . . Women Who Think Too Much tells why overthinking occurs, why it hurts people, and how to stop.” —USA Today

It’s no surprise that our fast-paced, overly self-analytical culture is pushing many people—especially women—to spend countless hours thinking about negative ideas, feelings, and experiences. Renowned psychologist Dr. Susan Nolen-Hoeksema calls this overthinking, and her groundbreaking research shows that an increasing number of women—more than half of those in her extensive study—are doing it too much and too often, leading to sadness, anxiety, and depression. She challenges the assumption—heralded by so many pop-psychology pundits of the last several decades—that constantly expressing and analyzing our emotions is a good thing.

In Women Who Think Too Much, Nolen-Hoeksema shows us what causes so many women to be overthinkers and provides concrete strategies that can be used to escape these negative thoughts, move to higher ground, and live more productively. Women Who Think Too Much will change lives, and is destined to become a self-help classic.

“The question of whether Nolen-Hoeksema is onto something was slam-dunked by the ‘I know exactly what she means’ reactions of women who caught sight of the title.” —The Washington Post

“A must read for any woman who has ever felt stuck in her life, and any man who has been confused by why the women they love get so ‘caught up thinking’ they can’t enjoy life. Nolen-Hoeksema offers practical methods to self-diagnose and pathways toward greater emotional freedom.” —William S. Pollack, Ph.D., author of Real Boys, Assistant Clinical Professor, Department of Psychiatry, Harvard University

Susan Nolen-Hoeksema, Ph.D., is a professor of psychology at the University of Michigan. She received her B.A. from Yale University and her Ph.D. from the University of Pennsylvania. Her award-winning research has been funded by major grants from the National Institute of Mental Health, the National Science Foundation, and several private foundations. She lives in Ann Arbor, Michigan, with her husband and son.

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Reflections of a Peacemaker.  

Tuesday, 27 January 2009

I wanted to tell you about a truly inspirational book that I read a couple of years ago. And have read several times since.
My sister-in-law bought me this book the same year Aaron passed away. Mainly because Mattie had the same condition as Aaron.
It is an incredible and inspiring book, the wisdom this little boy shows is heartwarming. You actually sense him growing up in the book as you get further in and it is an incredible journey.

The strength of spirit that both he and his family show is nothing short of courageous.

I really loved this book, so did my children; and we recommend it to anyone, I can’t imagine anyone reading this book and not being moved or humbled by this amazing little boy….but I warn you, have a box of tissues handy.

Reflections of a Peacemaker: A Portrait Through Heartsongs

by Mattie J.T. Stepanek With Reflections by Oprah Winfrey, Larry King, Maya Angelou, and Jimmy Carter

Mattie J.T. Stepanek lived and died a child, but he had the spirit of a giant. Affected by a rare and fatal neuromuscular disease, Mattie died in June 2004; however, during his almost 14 years of life, Mattie spread a message of peace, love, and optimism in the face of disability through his Heartsongs poetry series—spanning five New York Times best-selling volumes and selling more than one million copies worldwide.
Reflection of a Peacemaker is Mattie's final collection of Heartsongs, which he was working on prior to his death. It includes the last poem Mattie wrote, titled "Final Thoughts," and a special collection of 250 new poems, along with unpublished photographs and artwork spanning the decade from when he began writing Heartsongs at age three. Edited by Jennifer Smith Stepanek, Mattie's mother, with a Foreword by Oprah Winfrey, Reflections of a Peacemaker is arranged in themes such as Festive, Stormy, Sacred and Final Heartsongs, with each section beginning with a personal tribute to Mattie written by the likes of Larry King, Maya Angelou, former President Jimmy Carter, Jerry Lewis, Jann Carl, and other notable public figures.
The book's publication is slated to coincide with the Muscular Dystrophy Association's national telethon over Labor Day weekend. A portion of proceeds from Reflections of a Peacemaker: A Portrait Through Heartsongs will be donated to the Muscular Dystrophy Association Mattie Fund for medical research to help find treatments and cures for childhood neuromuscular diseases.

As Mattie's mother explains, "Before he died, Mattie asked me if I would continue spreading and nurturing his message of hope and peace for him, including the publication of his final two manuscripts. Through this book we are given more than a new collection of poetry—we are offered a window into Mattie's life and spirit. I believe this to be Mattie's most important work yet."

A second book by Mattie titled Just Peace: A Message of Hope was published in February 2006 and contains essays and e-mail communications between Mattie and Jimmy Carter on the subject of Peace. Mattie prided himself on being "a poet, a peacemaker, and a philosopher who played." In speeches, he reflected, "I write about anything that touches the essence of my existence. What I witness, what I feel, what I think, what I fear, what I treasure. I write about life, which is our greatest gift."

About Mattie J.T. Stepanek

Mattie J.T. Stepanek was a poet, peace activist, and a prominent voice for the Muscular Dystrophy Association. He authored five volumes of New York Times best-selling poetry, and he appeared on The Oprah Winfrey Show, Good Morning America, Larry King Live, and many other national media programs. He died in June 2004 at age 13 of dysautonomic mitochondrial myopathy, the same disease that his three older siblings died from and his mother lives with as an adult.
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Eternal Echoes
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Our life is an echo
Of our spirit today.
Of our essence
As it is.
Caught between
Our yesterday
And our tomorrow.
It is the resounding
Reality of who we are,
As a result of
Where we have been,
And where we will be
For eternity.
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By Mattie Stepanek 2000
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Silent Boy  

Sunday, 25 January 2009


He Was a Frightened Boy Who Refused to Speak - Until a Teacher's Love Broke Through the Silence


After reading Torey Hayden’s 'Ghost Girl' last year and being moved by it, I decided to read a few more of her books. I have read ‘One Child, Just another child and Beautiful child’. Each book is different and each one draws you in to the characters, making the books hard to put down.


I read 'Silent Boy' last night, and was not disappointed.

I have to say I cried most of the way through it. Silent boy is a tragic, heartbreaking and frightening story about love, hate and all the things in between. I would highly recommend this book to everyone, although obviously, not children!


This is a great book - brilliantly written and heart-felt. Torey Hayden is an amazing writer with amazing stories to tell, she has such commitment to each child she works with and that shines through in her writing!


I shall be seeking out another Tory Hayden title tomorrow!


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Dreams from Obama!!!  

Monday, 19 January 2009

Seeing as tomorrow is the day of Barack Obama’s inauguration, it seemed fitting to talk about his book "Dreams From My Father: A Story of Race and Inheritance" which I originally bought for Dave for Xmas, but somehow managed to get my hands on it first.

I found the book to be an inspiring story about some of the different influences and events that helped to shape Barack Obama into the man he is today. It was written almost ten years ago now, so you are left wanting the next installment as it were. Barack openly discusses trying to come to grips with his racial identity; he speaks about a period of rebellion that included drug us and a party lifestyle.

He talks of his love of political science and becoming a community activist in Chicago. Obama is candid in his account of the racism, poverty and corruption in Chicago. The book ends in 1995 when he enters Harvard Law School, and provides a great insight into Obama's history up to that point.

As a mum myself, I would have loved him to spend a little more time writing about his mother and the influence her side of the family has had on him. This is something Obama acknowledges and expresses regret over in the preface. He talks about his mother’s help with the book even though she was ill, giving us a glimpse of the strong woman had to have been to have raised the man she did.

Obama also talks of traveling to Kenya to try and understand his father's past. He talks of his time in Kenya and how he discovered a nation with forty tribes, each of them with stereotypes of the others. I found this to be quite powerful and emotional.

This book is a very worthwhile look into the personal background of the new US President. I would recommend it, and now my son, Jordan is reading it. Dave will manage to get his hands on his present soon I should think!

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The Day I Met Aaron  

Friday, 5 December 2008


As its Aaron’s birthday today, I thought it would be fitting to share the opening passage in his book with you.

The day I met Aaron!

It’s 3.17 am on Thursday the 5th December 1991 In Greenwich District hospital, London. After Twenty three and a half hours of labour, lots of kicking and screaming (me, not Aaron) the midwife finally bundled a tiny baby on my chest and I felt a rush of love like I never knew existed, fireworks went off in my chest, I’d just discovered the meaning of life. My son was here!

I knew something wasn’t right straight away, Aaron was very grey and he hadn’t cried yet, just as soon as I’d got my hands on him it seemed, the nurses whisked him back off me. There were people everywhere, doctors and nurses coming in and out of the room, lots of shouting, alarms going off. Not to mention the man at the end of the bed giving me so many stitches that I thought he was knitting a jumper. I thought he’d at least emerge with a pair of booties for the baby...nothing.

This isn’t what was supposed to be happening, we should all be crying with joy now, going all googly eyed over the top of our new babies head, meeting our new baby boy and counting his fingers and toes. Not hearing doctors saying that they couldn’t get him breathing, and asking each other how long he’d been down.

We waited for the longest seventeen minutes of our lives, Dave looked so scared, and I think I held my breath for the whole time, then; at last we heard a cry, it was the determined cry of the fighter my baby was about to have to become; and I just knew in my heart that everything was going to be o.k.

SCBU Special Care Baby Unit

The next couple of days were a blur of Special Care, wires, tubes and alarms. We were young, first time parents and completely bewildered by all the equipment, bleeps, and nurses. There were blood tests and brain scans and we couldn’t do a single thing. We used to sit there holding Aaron’s hands through the incubator doors, telling him how much we loved him, telling him how special he was, and willing him to be strong. He wasn’t a premature baby, like all the tiny ones in the other incubators, he was 9lb 1oz, he looked so healthy and chubby, so why was he here? What was going on?

Aaron had drips going into both his little arms, a tube going down his nose, a tube coming from his umbilical cord; he had a plastic box over his head with oxygen pumping into it, there were pads on his chest and probes of some sort on his finger and his toe. I had never even seen a baby in an incubator before, except on television. I didn’t really even know what all the wires and monitors were for, I just new my little boy was in there, in this plastic box, having things done to him that must have been hurting him. I was his Mum, he was mine, but I was powerless to stop it all. He must have been desperate for a cuddle, I know I was.

The doctors came round four or five times a day, whispering amongst themselves about our baby and the treatment he needed, us in our naivety not really realising we had the right to ask them exactly what they were saying, what they were going to do to make our baby well. Then they’d turn to us and tell us that he’d had a rough start and they would wait for him to improve, then they would all scuttle off again, move on to the next incubator, whisper about the next baby. We just thought that’s how it was.

My First Cuddle

I first held Aaron when he was two days old. A nurse had to take him out of the incubator and pass him to me, and we had to be careful of all the tubes and wires attached to him, I couldn’t quite believe that someone else had held my baby before I had, but as soon as he was in my arms, it didn’t matter. That was the most intense moment of my life, I fell in love with Aaron before he was even born, but this was the moment he tried to open his eyes and look at me, I made him a promise then and there that I would love him forever and keep him safe.

Before long I understood what all the monitors were for, the nurses were so lovely and explained everything as they were doing it. After the first couple of days, I was changing Aaron’s nappy and washing him, brushing his hair, none of it an easy task through the two small incubator doors! I got to cuddle him two or three times a day, we bonded just like any other mother and her first baby. It wasn’t quite how I imagined it, but things never always are.

I guess life never really turns out how you think it will. I never imagined when I had Aaron that he wouldn’t be here with me on all his birthdays, we just don’t expect to outlive our children do we…it’s not the natural order of things.

But here I am on his seventeenth birthday, missing him more than ever.

Take care

Sal xxx

Happy Birthday Aaron xxxxxx

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Fact and Fiction  

Tuesday, 25 November 2008

Thank you for your e-mails through the book site. And thank you to all the people clicking on and buying Aaron’s book, I’m very happy that more and more people are getting to know him.

And to answer your questions…

“Yes I am writing fiction too.”

“I find the time at night usually; when everyone else is sound asleep in bed like normal people.”

“They are generally popular women’s fiction, humorous, with a bit of crime thrown in for good measure.”

“I have no clue where the ideas come from; I guess I have a quirky mind and a good imagination.”

“Ermmm…no I’m definitely not rich!”

I have always written stories for as far back as I can remember, I used to love English at school. As I got older there were far more important things to do, like, partying, fashionable clothes, trying out make-up and discovering boys. Then as I got older still, there were even more things to do, like working (and partying, fashionable clothes, make-up and boys).

Then of course, move on a couple of years, and there was parenting, housework, hospitals and sleepless nights. I wouldn’t have known what the fashion was if it had jumped up and bitten me on the arse, and I wouldn’t have been able to locate my make-up bag if you paid me. And believe me, if you’d have caught sight of me at times back then, you probably would have paid me to slap an a bit of blusher!!!

So writing, like all other hobbies became unimportant compared to being a mum. We were busy concentrating on the kids and making a home and family, and all my time and energy only went into that. Besides, if I ever got a moment to myself, I would have spent it sleeping I can assure you.

After Aaron passed away, I wrote his book, and I think it reminded me of how much I got out of writing. So I didn’t stop, I wrote second book for Aaron, and several novels. To me, writing is relaxing, it’s expressive, and the best bit of all, is that as a fictional character in a book; you can be whoever you want, say whatever you want, about anyone you want. It’s very cathartic.

I love to read, I read anything I can get my hands on from psychology books, to autobiographies, to historical fiction to popular women’s fiction. It’s a way of unwinding for me. And I love it if a book can make me laugh. So my aim was to write books that could do that, let someone escape real life for a while, and make them smile. It’s not life changing, change the world writing or anything, but they might change someone's mood or their day.

You can go to http://www.sallyannestephenson.com/ to read the book synopsis’s.

Happy reading,

Sal xxxx

P.S. Any likeness or resemblance when describing events and characters…is totally intentional!!!

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Immortalised in Print.  

Sunday, 23 November 2008



After Aaron passed away, I found myself sitting for hours at a time going over and over everything in my head; I was trying to remember every moment of his life in the tiniest detail. People thought I was sitting grieving, staring into space, maybe just thinking about the loss, or maybe just crying, letting the tears fall, and sometimes that was the case. But really, I was trying to recall it all, I wanted it all committed to memory so solidly, because I was terrified I was going to forget something, I couldn’t bear to forget the tiniest thing about Aaron and our precious time together.

The more people that came round, the more we spoke about Aaron, and it was then that we realised that not everyone knew everything about Aaron, everyone knew Aaron at different stages of his life, so some people never knew he could walk up until he was seven, some never knew that he was born with a cleft palate, and had to have a tracheotomy to breathe after they repaired it.

So I decided, to write it all down. At first it was just for me, it was therapeutic, it gave me something tangible to hold on to and to do, it’s not like I was sleeping anyway, no matter what the doctor gave me, I couldn’t bear to close my eyes. Maybe because I knew that in that second I woke up, I was going to be oblivious, and then it would hit me like a ton of bricks all over again. So when everyone else was getting their fitful nights sleep, I sat at the computer and wrote, and wrote and wrote…and once it was down on paper, I could stop obsessing about that particular event because it was tangibly on paper.

But the more I wrote, the more I realised how inspirational Aaron is. We all know that, of course, we lived with him; I doubt I will ever meet a stronger or more determined person as long as I live. But I realised that he had so many lessons to teach others too. So it naturally progressed into a book.

I surprised even myself when I remembered everything in so much detail. And one thing I am so grateful for is that we had such a close and intense relationship. Aaron and I were inseparable, and how many mums can say they have that much quality time with their 12/13/14 year old, I know Jordan and Robyn are more independent, they hardly need me at all…but Aaron needed me, and even if at times that was hard, and exhausting, I am so glad now I can’t tell you. It means that we got to cram in far more love and quality time than most mothers and sons do.

The book is not all doom and gloom, honestly, nothing written about Aaron could be. There are some bits that are hard to get through, there are some bits that will undoubtedly make you cry, but you will laugh as much as you cry, I promise. Aaron was a character; he lived life to the max every day, and embodied the meaning of the word love. When you looked at Aaron, you saw the love shine out of him, in his eyes there was just total acceptance, and he was happy just to be with you. A true angel on earth and it’s not just me as his mum that has said that, it has been said by hundreds of people. And anyone who ever got a hug from him with never forget it, mainly because his hugs were like across between the Heimlich manoeuvre and a half nelson…but he meant them, you certainly knew he meant it as the oxygen flow was cut off and your eyeballs started to bulge.

God I miss those hugs the most. I would probably give everything I own for just one more of Aarons hugs. And I would cling on to him and cherish it, because this time I would know it would be the last one. I wonder sometimes if I didn’t cling on enough in that last hug I gave Aaron before he passed away, how was I to know it would be the last one? If I’d of known that I would have clung on and never let go.

I know Aaron book has helped lots of people, many families are gaining hope and strength form Aaron and his amazing character. The book is real and honest and it answers the questions that no-one dared ask me at the time, and since to some extent.

Trojan created a short book trailer yesterday, so if you think this is something for you, then you can find it on www.sallyannestephenson.com, Barnes & Noble or on Amazon.


I hope you enjoy it, I hope Aaron’s strength shines through to you.

Take care

Sal xxx

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Having Your Say Too.  

Thursday, 30 October 2008

Today, I thought I’d tell you what we have achieved so far in such a short space of time. The video and written blogs have been raising awareness, and lots of people are e-mailing to say they are finding them very helpful. One of our main aims was to be able to reach out to people in need, and that seems to be working, so we are very proud.

The T-shirt and book sales are up by over 40% which means we have been able to put more money towards the charity.

As well as the UK, we have got readers and viewers from the USA, Spain, Greece, India, Saudi Arabia, Belize, St Lucia, Grenada, Ghana and Gambia.

What would be really good, is if you felt like you could tell your stories too, tell others what you’ve been through and how you dealt with it and coped. It’s really therapeutic, I promise you.

It would be helpful to get other peoples takes on things, for me also. So far you’ve just heard my point of view and how we’ve coped as a family, but we all have different ways of doing things, there are no rules, no rights and wrongs, but if one thing you say helps someone else, then it will be worth it.

Also it would be very interesting to see how having special needs and disabilities affects people who live in other countries with regards to education, equipment, hospital care, physio care…. the list goes on.

So if you feel you are able to share you stories or experiences, then please e-mail, or comment here. It would be great to get a sort of support network going where we can all help each other and give advice on what we know, and get advice on what we still need to learn. You can comment anonymously if you like, so you don’t have to feel any pressure.

So please feel free, and be as honest as you like (I think!!!).

Look forward to hearing from you.

Sal & Trojan x

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