Blog post by Kevin Swarbrick

   No One Speaks About The Truth When It Comes To Support  No One Speaks About The Truth When It Comes to Support There are some truths that sit heavy on the heart, and this is one of them. For a long time, I’ve carried the weight of watching someone incredibly talented someone full of music, creativity, and light, be surrounded by people who never truly saw her. Not the way Jennie deserved to be seen by them. Jennie had an amazing gift and a massive heart. Anyone who heard Jennie sing knows that. But what people don’t know is how often that gift was met with silence, criticism, or worse discouragement from the very people who should have lifted Jennie up. The truth is simple: the people who should have been Jennies biggest supporters weren’t there for Jennie at all! Not in the way Jennie needed and wanted. Not in the way Jennie deserved. The people who barely knew Jennie, friends, strangers, people who stumbled across Jennie or our music, showed us more love and respect ...

    I choose love “The Control They Tried to Take Even After Jen had Gone” My love goes nowhere From the very beginning, there were signs of manipulation. Not the obvious kind, the quiet kind. The kind that creeps in through threats, pressure, and people acting like they have authority over your life when they don’t. When Jennie passed, I said what any fiancé would say: I wanted Jennie to have dignity. A coffin. A proper goodbye from the home Jennie lived in. But instead of support, I got accused of “taking control.” As if wanting to honour the woman I love with the best send off was some kind of power move, it's called wanting to live by our plans we made, the wishes we made, and they want to destroy that too. The truth? I had to run every single detail past them. Every choice. Every decision. Even the speech. And when they handed me their version of the speech, the one they wrote, they made me sound like I was nothing. Like I was just some roadie who happened to be around. ...

My love will always continue in everything I do. Books & Creative Work (From Ages 4 to Adults) Children’s Books (Ages 4–12) Storybooks for early readers (ages 4–6) Adventure stories for older kids (ages 7–12) Fun, imaginative tales for the “big kids” in the family Personalised children’s stories with custom names and details Activity Books Maze books Adult Books. The heart felt Jennie Bonita Bed Time Story Poetry Colouring Book, Activity series Word search books,  Word finder books,  Spelling and vocabulary activity books Fiction,  Short stories      Novels Adventure, drama, mystery, emotional journeys, the full mix. Real‑life reflections,  Motivational and personal insight writing.  Informative guides and themed topics.  Poetry.  Emotional poetry.  Humorous poetry,  Deep, expressive collections,  Music‑inspired poetry,  Personalised Books  Custom stories for kids,  Personalised adult stories,  Name...

Jennie Bonita               https:amazon.com/Jennie-Bonita-Bed-Time-Stories There are moments in life that split you in two, the person you were before, and the person you’re forced to become after. Losing my fiancée, Jennifer Ann Mason , Jennie Bonita,' after more than eleven years together, was that moment for me. People talk about grief like it’s a process, a journey, a set of stages you move through. But when you lose the person who was your home, your routine, your laughter, your future, your world, your everything, … It isn’t a process. It’s a wound that doesn’t close. It’s waking up every day in a world that doesn’t make sense anymore. Jennie wasn’t just someone I loved. Jennie was the person I built a life with. The person I woke up next to eveyday for over 11 years. The person I protected, supported, and shared every part of my world with, good times and bad, we were there together. For over eleven years, it was us  our home, our rout...

What Family Really Means FaceBook Family isn’t about showing up when it suits you. It isn’t about dipping in and out when the spotlight is on. Family is about being there, every day, every night, every moment, even when nobody sees it, even when nobody claps for it. For me and Jennie, that’s what it always was. People can say what they want, twist things, rewrite timelines, pretend they were present… but the truth doesn’t bend. The truth is lived, in memories. And the truth is this: we were there . Every single day. I grew with those kids. One was barely two, the two twin boys were still tiny at five. I was there through the milestones, the tears, the laughs, the routines, the school days, the school runs with Jennie, the nights when things were tough, the mornings when things needed doing. I didn’t step in for show, I stepped in because that’s what you do when you love someone and their family becomes your family. Jennie was the same. She was 100% committed to her family circ...

                   “The Days and Months: Learning to Live in the Silence without #JennieBonia ”] After writing about the day Jennie passed, I thought maybe putting the words down would help me breathe a little more. It did and didn’t. If anything, it made everything feel even more real. Because the truth is, the days after  1 November 2025  didn’t feel like days at all. They felt like one long, endless moment, a blur of shock, the disbelief, and a silence so loud it swallowed everything and still does to this day. People talk about “The first months” after losing someone,  a love like ours, it’s something you can never measure as time has no meaning. Time didn’t move the way it used to. Morning, afternoon, night, it all blended together into one heavy, aching stretch of hours where I didn’t know what to do, where to stand, or how to exist in a world Jen isn't in it and still don't. I remember walking around the flat, touch...

                                   A Place Lit by Love,                                                                    A Place Lit by Love Jennie’s resting place has become exactly what her life was gentle, warm, and full of light. The flowers, the colours, the way everything glows softly at night… it’s a reflection of the love Jen carried and the love Jen left behind and the love that I hold deeply. Nothing forced. Nothing for show. Just real, quiet beauty. Every piece placed there has meaning that others wont see, but we do. Every light is a reminder that Jens presence didn’t fade, it shifted. Every flower is a moment of love that didn’t end when Jens life did. It’s peaceful. It’s cared for. It’s Jens. And standing there, you...

                                      Jennie’s Story. The Book That Made Jennie so happy.    Jennie’s Story. The Book That Made Jennie so happy,  And The Legacy I’m Carrying Forward no matter what. We wrote Jennie’s Bed Time Story for Jennie, we talked about it, drafted it, then I it did. It made Jen light up in a way I’ll never forget, that moment was unforgettable, Jen went telling the neighbours, telling everyone with that beautiful smile Jen always held. It wasn’t just a book. It was something much deeper… something more personal… something that belonged to Jennie, to us. Jennie survived more than most people ever knew. She carried scars from a past she never deserved from past relationships that she had never told no one else other than me, her soulmate, best friend that Jen trusted me with them things, them stories. Jens fears. Jens memories. Jens dreams. Jens Love. ...

                                                  After writing about the day Jennie passed, I thought maybe putting the words down would help me breathe a little more. It did and didn’t. If anything, it made everything feel even more real. Because the truth is, the days after  1 November 2025  didn’t feel like days at all. They felt like one long, endless moment, a blur of shock, the disbelief, and a silence so loud it swallowed everything and still does to this day. People talk about “The first months” after losing someone,  a love like ours, it’s something you can never measure as time has no meaning. Time didn’t move the way it used to. Morning, afternoon, night, it all blended together into one heavy, aching stretch of hours where I didn’t know what to do, where to stand, or how to exist in a world Jen isn't in it and still don't. I remember wa...

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  The Day My World Stopped: Losing Jennie (1 November 2025) 1 November 2025. A date I’ll never escape. A date that carved itself into me the moment it happened. The day everything I knew, everything I loved, everything I built my life around… stopped. It’s the day I lost my fiancée, my partner, my soulmate, my world, my Jennie. Even now, writing this, I still don’t know how to make sense of it. How do you put into words the moment your entire world collapses? How do you explain the silence, the person you shared your life with? But I need to try. Because keeping it inside feels like trying to hold back a storm with my bare hands. Jennie passed away on 1 November 2025, and nothing has feels real since. For more than 11 years, it was me and Jennie and the Grandkids, our home, our routines, our laughter, our arguments, our stupid jokes, our late‑night chats, our mornings, our nights, our life. We built everything together. We survived things together. We fought battles side by side th...

The Magic of Personalised Storybooks: Bringing Stories to Life Imagine a child turning the pages of a book and seeing their own name woven into the story—embarking on adventures, solving mysteries, or meeting extraordinary characters. Personalised storybooks create a unique reading experience, transforming stories into something deeply personal and memorable. For me, crafting personalized books is about more than just storytelling; it's about creating moments of wonder, sparking imagination, and making every reader feel special. Whether it's a bedtime tale featuring a child's favorite animal or an inspiring adventure starring them as the hero, personalized books have the power to turn reading into a magical experience. Join me as I share my journey in creating these special books—how the idea came to life, the process behind each story, and why personalized makes all the difference in the world of storytelling.                      ...

Introducing Personalized Story Books for All Ages! A New Chapter in Storytelling Have you ever wished for a story that speaks directly to you or your loved ones? Imagine a tale where you are the hero, where your adventures come to life on every page. We are thrilled to announce our new line of personalized story books, crafted for readers of all ages! Why Personalized Story Books? Personalized story books are more than just a unique gift; they are a way to create lasting memories. Whether it's a bedtime story for a child, a romantic tale for a partner, or an inspiring adventure for a friend, our books are designed to resonate personally with each reader. For Every Age Group Children : Spark their imagination with stories where they embark on magical adventures, meet fantastical creatures, and learn valuable lessons. Teens : Engage them with thrilling narratives that reflect their interests and challenges, making reading a more relatable and enjoy...

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                                                 Love Is? In this poem, I explore the idea that love is not just a source of joy, but also a force that can drive us to the brink of despair. It's a reminder that love is not always easy or simple, It's a powerful emotion that can take us on a rollercoaster of highs and lows. Yer, despite its challenges, love remains a fundamental part of the human experience, It's a force that connects us, that makes life worth living, and that ultimately brings us together. Through the lines of this poem, I invite readers to reflect on their own relationships and the the role that love plays in their lives. Whether it's the gentle touch of a partner, the supportive words of a friend, or the unbreakable bond with a family member, love takes many forms, And each form is worth celebrating, even when it's complicated. As we navigate th...