I’ve been recording series 2 of the Bereaved Parents’ Club podcast. In the first episode, I chatted with another bereaved mum who also lost her child in 2018. We feel we’re at a similar ‘stage’ with our grief, being able to function healthily most of the time. We talked about ‘phase two’ of grief –Continue reading “Tides”
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Bereaved Parents’ Club
This time last year I was getting ready to start the new job I so badly failed at. But, one of the brilliant things that came out of it was meeting Lauren. I’d already had the fortune to meet Tracy, another mum bereaved of her only son. Both of us would rather we’d never met,Continue reading “Bereaved Parents’ Club”
Fanfare, trumpets*, general excitement…
This is just a very short blog to reach those of you who might not see me plastering the news everywhere else today. Midowed is really happening and I am delighted to reveal the cover design! You can even see it on the Zsa Zsa Publishing website AND pre-order it! It’s right here! Yes, theContinue reading “Fanfare, trumpets*, general excitement…”
Everything reminds me of you
In the newly decorated and reorganised home office, I hear a beep beep from one of the boxes. ‘Oh my god Dan, your watch is still beeping for some random alarm you set.’ And, in a blink, you are next to me, laughing too. ‘Hur-hur-hur, Can’t believe it, it’s how old? I think I gotContinue reading “Everything reminds me of you”
No More Nails
There are handmade boxes of drill bits; masonry, wood, metal. Small cardboard boxes of screws in varying lengths. Large toolboxes with pliers and spanners and hammers. The garage is a trove for the D-I-Y hobbyist. It’s now my job to sort it out and find new homes for all these items. Dad was always buildingContinue reading “No More Nails”
Bubblegum and Tattoos
They have bags of ‘tennis ball’ bubble gum at the Go Local shop just along from where my dad lives. They look like the little knobbly bubblies from an old bubbly machine. I loved those. 2p (or 5p. 70s Inflation hit us kids hard in our pocket money stakes) and you got this rock hardContinue reading “Bubblegum and Tattoos”
I Definitely Don’t Believe in God
I definitely don’t believe in God. Not the ‘earth created in seven days, Adam and Eve’ stuff that some people seem to be able to swallow whole, as fact. I don’t believe a singular being or even a group of deities made this planet and everything on it. I’m firmly on the side of scienceContinue reading “I Definitely Don’t Believe in God”
A Photograph of You
For the last three years I’ve been trying to get a photo of the right quality of Dan for the NHS Blood and Transplant Service to use on a memory board at Sheffield Children’s Hospital, in honour of Dan’s amazing gift of life through organ donation. The memory boards are large picture boards typically depictingContinue reading “A Photograph of You”
Dreaming of you
The last couple of nights I’ve dreamed about Dan. They have not been pleasant dreams. In one, he was dead but had returned to life and then been murdered by a family friend and I found myself kneeling beside a shallow grave digging with bare hands through crumbly black earth, reaching a faded and tornContinue reading “Dreaming of you”
Be. Arsed.
New Year, new attitude. Last year was weird, for all of us, I know. Personally, I felt like I was burrowing further and further down into myself and drifting further and further from everyone I know. As if I’d wrapped my grief and sadness around me and then, cocooned, been caught on the breeze, andContinue reading “Be. Arsed.”
Midowed 