William and Kate are devastated. It is with great sadness that we share this news.
Peter Morris, a 47-year-old father of two and owner of Little Dragon Pizza, died of cancer and the Prince and Princess of Wales shared their deepest condolences.
The royals met Morris back in 2023 when they bought 12 pizzas from him for the Central Beacons Mountain Rescue Team during a visit to Dowlais Rugby Club, Merthyr Tydfil.
When they heard of his passing, Kate and William sent a letter to his wife Tracey writing, “We can only begin to imagine what an immense hole he will leave in your life and my heart goes out to you and your family.”
In the past, Morris battled oesophageal cancer and ended up a winner, but sadly, he was later diagnosed with adrenal gland and liver cancer. He received the news around four months after meeting William and Kate. Their letter in which they expressed their sympathy and condolences was read at his funeral.
The letter from Kensington Palace read: “Catherine and I thoroughly enjoyed meeting Pete and serving pizzas to everyone from the Central Beacons Mountain Rescue Team.
“We know that Pete was a hugely dedicated and highly valued member of the community which has been evident from the response to his passing.”
“I hope you can draw knowledge from the impact he had on so many people,” it added.
“You and your family are in our thoughts at such a difficult time.”
The news of Morris’ passing was shared on the social media account of his business. The outpouring from the community was immense, a testament of the greatness of this man.
May he rest in peace.
I can’t get 2 hours of sleep at night because of My never-helping husband. Now I decided to…
I’ve always imagined motherhood as a beautiful journey filled with tender moments and sweet lullabies. But reality hit hard after the birth of our baby girl. Our little angel is my world, yet the sleepless nights and endless chores quickly became a nightmare.
My husband, who was supposed to be my partner in this journey, turned out to be more of an absentee father. Whenever I asked for his help, he’d dismiss me with, “Let me relax, my paternity leave is so short.”
Our baby girl wouldn’t sleep for more than an hour at a time. Each night, I found myself rocking her back to sleep, pacing the floor while my husband lounged on the couch, engrossed in his TV shows. The sleep deprivation became so severe that I started nodding off while cooking or doing laundry.
The Breaking Point
Last Saturday was supposed to be a special day. We had planned a family gathering to introduce our baby to everyone. It was a beautiful day filled with laughter and joy, but my exhaustion overshadowed everything. At one point, I felt so weak that I literally passed out from sheer fatigue. When I came to, I was expecting concern, maybe even some empathy from my husband. Instead, he was annoyed. His main concern was that I had embarrassed him, making it seem like he wasn’t taking care of us.
I couldn’t even muster a response. I was too exhausted to argue, so I dragged myself to bed, leaving him to his grievances. The next morning, he ignored both me and the baby, sulking because, in his mind, I didn’t care about his feelings since I didn’t stay up to discuss the previous day’s events. That was the moment I realized I was done. I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt a surge of anger and was on the brink of a breakdown. I was ready to confront him, to let out all my frustration, but just then, the doorbell rang.
An Unexpected Visitor
The doorbell rang, breaking the tense silence in our home. I went to open it, expecting a neighbor or a delivery. Instead, I saw my mother standing there, a look of concern etched on her face. She had come unannounced, probably sensing that something was wrong. She took one look at my haggard appearance and the disarray in our home and knew something was terribly amiss.
Slowly but surely, things began to improve. I started to feel like myself again, no longer drowning in exhaustion and resentment. Our baby girl thrived in the loving environment, and our home became a place of peace and joy once more.
This experience taught me the importance of standing up for myself and seeking help when needed. It also showed me the strength of a mother’s love, capable of bridging even the deepest divides. While our journey is far from over, I am hopeful that we will continue to grow and support each other as a family, one step at a time.
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