It’s 07h55 on a Monday morning and I’m still in bed. No, I’m not sick. I’ve already been up, fed the dogs and cat, prepared my lemon and ginger water, opened the lounge curtains and then headed back to bed. To write this blog, and yes, part of me feels a little guilty about climbing back into bed. But I’m…
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Grief forces us to feel. It’s raw and messy and painful. It involves some seriously ugly cries. Even wailing. The bereaved. Grief-stricken. In mourning. We are all familiar with these words, all relevant to the process of loss. But we are usually completely unprepared when those words pertain to us. We have no cooking clue as to the depth of…
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But as I sat there, pondering this, I realised that in fact I am on my own adventure. Slowly leaving behind the land I’ve known, all that was familiar. Mine has been a slow journey over many months. To be honest I am still not 100% sure of the destination. On Sunday 18th April 2021 my youngest stepson and his…
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