Sitting gazing out of my kitchen window, watching the snow gently drift down from the sky, I can’t help but allow my mind to wonder if the snowflakes that are falling are sent from you, sent from the realm...
A snow day was the last day
Strength
Ever think about being the term “the strong one” What is that, what does it feel like, who is that to you? Maybe you totally feel that it’s you, maybe you see that in a sibling, a parent, a...
Tell me, what is Christmas like in heaven?
Sat here writing this in the company of my glimmering Christmas tree I can’t help but feel the evident heart ache. See this period for me, the few weeks over Christmas and New year, is a time that has...
The Melody Of Grief
If there was a melody for grief it would be heavy, it would hold notes of deep sadness, it would hum a sound that sends you into your own world, leaving you with shivers, leaving you in a still...
The Day We Said Goodbye
Nothing you ever love will ever truly leave you. Yes, it will physically at some point leave, sadly death is inevitable. But there is nothing in this universe that can ever remove that bond, that connection, that deep-set feeling...
Our Hearts Are Tired
Do you ever feel so so tired, tired of the pain, tired of the sadness, tired of that complete emptiness you feel inside now the people you adored so much are no longer here. I always assumed with grief...
The loss of a child
When you can’t find the words- It’s been a while for me since I last posted any words onto my blog. I usually write easily every 5 days or so and I usually find the words I need to...
Never Forget
When time passes on and you reach those milestones, the first year without the one you lost, their first birthday without them, your first Christmas apart, you can’t help but feel that others think you have now stopped grieving....
Every journey matters
The funny thing about grief is we automatically assume that when someone is experiencing grief, that it’s due to them losing someone close to them. We jump to the assumption that it’s their parent, grandparent, sibling, child, or friend....
Lost
The smoke in front is thick, its hazed and clouded. Nothing within it makes sense, nothing within it holds an answer. You watch the foggy grey patterns wisp in front of you, unable to grasp them, unable to understand...