Writing on facebook, Emma hannigan, mum-of-two, wife and author revealed she hasn’t long to live with this moving piece;
All good things must come to an end,
The time that I knew was borrowed must be given back soon, so it seems.
The conversation I never wanted to have has been said.
My medical team have thrown everything but the kitchen sink at this fight but all avenues have now been exhausted.
To say that I am heartbroken doesn’t begin to cover it.
But I feel I’d like to say something, after all that’s what I’ve done over the years – say stuff, write stuff and tell you what’s going down. So I feel it wouldn’t be fair to leave you out in the cold right now.
I’ve gained such strength from all of you. We’ve shared tips and hints and stories over the years. For all of it – thank you.
Thank you for taking my hand when I needed it most and for posting all sorts from doggy snaps to moggy pics and the rest.
We’ve made a great team.
I have a new book out. I’m immensely proud of it and it’s titled ‘Letters to my Daughters.’
Usually I’d spend a next few weeks chatting about it and inevitably daring to wonder if you like it. Because this is the time when all authors want to hide in the back of the wardrobe in case nobody likes their new baby! I won’t need to hide unfortunately, but I sincerely hope you enjoy it.
These characters were as real to me as all the others. They grew on me and some annoyed me at times, but as always, they were mine. Enjoy them, curl up with some chocolate or some comfort food and a cup or a glass of what ever tickles your fancy.
The love in my heart is all that matters now. I am broken-hearted at having to say goodbye so if it’s alright we’ll say farewell instead…
Mind each other. Be kind to each other and hold those you love close by.
Life is so very precious. We never know the day or hour that it will be whipped away. So fill your days with as much happiness as you can muster.
Stay away from drains, we all know them, they’re the people pull the good out of everything. The ones who suck the beauty from things and change colour to black and white. Leave them to fester – I think they’re secretly enjoying being grim.
Instead, gravitate towards the light and laughter. Like a moth to a flame, remembering not to get your pretty wings burnt. You’ll like it better there, I promise.
Farewell and thank you, I am taking a bow. Until we meet again may all that is good and decent be yours.
Love and light