I held Deborah\u2019s hand as her breathing began to slow, each gentle rise and fall feeling like a clock I couldn\u2019t bear to watch. For so long, she had been pure energy\u2014bold, funny, unapologetically herself\u2014yet bowel cancer<\/strong> kept trying to steal more of her, piece by piece.<\/p>\n For five and a half years, Deborah lived through what no family ever expects to face: major surgeries, exhausting rounds of treatment, anxious waiting rooms, and the constant swing between hope and fear. Still, she kept showing up for the everyday moments that mattered. She made lunches, checked homework, and filled the kitchen with laughter\u2014sometimes louder than the room could hold\u2014because that was who she was. Even in the hardest seasons, her love never became smaller.<\/p>\n When the end came at just 40, it felt impossibly unfair\u2014and yet, in a way that\u2019s difficult to say out loud, it also felt like a release. I brought her into this world, and in her final moments I found myself doing the only thing left that love could do: holding on, while also giving her permission to rest.<\/p>\n Standing behind that quiet goodbye are two heartbroken teenagers, Hugo and Eloise, trying to understand how life keeps moving when their mum is no longer here. Our family is caught between two truths at once: gratitude that her pain has ended, and the deep, lasting ache of learning to live without her.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n If Deborah\u2019s story touched you, please share a kind message below<\/strong>\u2014a memory, a thought, or a simple note for Hugo and Eloise. Your words mean more than you know, and they help keep her spirit present in the days ahead.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" With Heavy Hearts, We Share the Loss of a Remarkable Woman I held Deborah\u2019s hand as her breathing began to…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6,"featured_media":10754,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10755","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/tbdig.com\/divaxo\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10755","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/tbdig.com\/divaxo\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/tbdig.com\/divaxo\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tbdig.com\/divaxo\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/6"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tbdig.com\/divaxo\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10755"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/tbdig.com\/divaxo\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10755\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tbdig.com\/divaxo\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/10754"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/tbdig.com\/divaxo\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10755"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tbdig.com\/divaxo\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10755"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tbdig.com\/divaxo\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10755"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}