How To Grieve
I have said this before – I have no idea how to grieve. I don’t even know what to feel or think about how I… Read More »How To Grieve
Death
The Weekend
The weekend is grating, like fingernails on a blackboard. We somehow nd conversations hard, so we went for drives. There are only so many routes… Read More »The Weekend
The Bike
I unlock the garage with trepidation. Somehow I feel as if I am doing something wrong going in there, never mind taking my Dad’s bike… Read More »The Bike
Home Again
I have always referred to my parent’s house as “home”, even though it is not the house in which I grew up. Having both parents… Read More »Home Again
Another Monday
And then there is another Monday, now back at home. The swimming pool is green, the vegetable garden is covered in weeds, and the desk… Read More »Another Monday
The End
Somehow I am not ready to tackle life. There is a mountain of emails to be answered, two weeks of backlog on work and the… Read More »The End
Scattering The Ashes
Probably the most significant part of this journey is the support of friends. I am deeply touched by the number of telephone calls and messages… Read More »Scattering The Ashes
In Between Days…
Some people simply overstay their welcome. I spend the day making tea and coffee and small talk, to the point where a migraine hits me… Read More »In Between Days…
Exhausted
I cannot think that I have ever been this exhausted. My entire body aches as if I had done a marathon beyond my limits of… Read More »Exhausted
Starry Pants
And then, suddenly, Monday comes to crash the sacred silence. The housekeeper arrives early. Laundry. Vacuum. Dishes. The hospital bed is removed and my Father’s… Read More »Starry Pants