Grief

Since you’ve been gone

Dear Mum

Since you’ve been gone there are so many things I see and need to tell you.

Today we climbed the lookout (‘Look out!’) at Ocean Shores. What a view! I took a panoramic photo for you before I remembered you were gone; I know you loved views.

I could see the whales breaching and I was in awe. I know you would have been so excited to get my text with the photos. And to hear that there were dolphins swimming just near the boys today.

You would have asked me all about the place we are staying, and probably sent me a list of things to do while we’re here.
For the last two days Matt and I took an early morning swim. I thought of how you lived across from the water and could wander over at any time for a swim.

Then I wondered whether you had ever been here and I wish I had asked you.

So much unasked, so much unsaid since you’ve been gone.

Twenty-eight days 

28

Beware. This is a ‘journey’ post.

Twenty-six days ago I was sitting in my psychologist’s office (not something I would have done, or admitted to a couple of years ago, but now I wonder how people survive without brain dumping on someone who can help you sort out all the brain mess). We were talking self care and how it would be good for me to try to incorporate it into my every day (instead of an extraordinary occasion) with the view to chat about it when we caught up again in 28 days. She was concerned that I had stopped writing, that I had given up on the idea of my words making any sense, and that I wouldn’t allowed myself to look at my manuscript I had saved all the way back in November last month.

So, being a listy kind of person I knew it would start with a list.

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Persistence pays off

my office

My sons decorated my office to surprise and congratulate me.

So I’m super excited today. I’ve had a day to digest the news that a story I wrote has been selected to be in the Hunter Writers Centre Grieve anthology.

Persistence pays off.  And rejection is good. It makes our writing stronger.

A massive thank you to all those who encouraged me to submit to this when I was in such a sad place with Mum. I do feel your love.

The book will be launched on 22 August in Newcastle.

Empty Space

Image courtesy of Helga Weber www.flickr.com/photos/helga/

Image courtesy of Helga Weber

There is so much to do, to catch up on, and so little motivation. I’ve had to resort to my daily to-do lists in my diary to try to encourage myself to at least tick one box off a day. I refuse to give in to inactivity.

On the day I brought Mum home from hospital, the day she found out that she had terminal cancer, she went straight out to the clothes line to hang out some clothes to air. I told her that I could do that and she said, “No, I need to do. Doing is very helpful.”

It’s these words that help me to do when all I want to do is curl up under my doona and let the world pass me by.

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