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Tricia reflects on how life rarely unfolds as expected, tracing the “threads” that shaped her—from a childhood marked by international moves and early awareness of injustice, to teaching and youth work, to a faith grounded less in institutions and more in values of honesty, inclusion, and walking alongside others. Her life pivots in 1996 when her husband, Michael—a grounded, artistic Baptist minister known for caring for people in crisis—dies by suicide at 38. Tricia describes the shock, the public scrutiny, and her immediate decision to meet suicide without shame. She reframes Michael’s death as an attempt to escape unbearable pain rather than selfishness, insisting on language and understanding that preserve dignity. Driven by love for her children and a need to “bring the monster down to size,” she learns everything she can about suicide, grief, trauma, and mental health, later channelling that into practical education and resources. She volunteers with Skylight, identifies gaps in support materials, begins writing what doesn’t exist, and contributes to early government resources for people bereaved by suicide—while pushing back against formal, distancing language that makes grief feel clinical instead of human. As years pass, she remarries, continues honouring Michael naturally within family life, and speaks to grief as a lifelong “patchwork”: messy on the back, meaningful and colored on the front. She shares how grief and joy can coexist—through grandchildren, anniversaries, ordinary errands—and how small, sincere gestures (lavender picked from her own garden, a butcher’s “you will be okay,” anonymous cash in a letterbox) can become lifelines. Now, Tricia works in supervision and support for frontline helpers (often non-clinical), where suicide and stress frequently surface. Her core message remains consistent: simplify what’s complex without losing truth; use language people can actually hear; make room for colour inside the black; and keep asking, like her TARDIS metaphor, “Where am I, what time is it, and what is it time for now?”