My journal of my mother dying
Today I received the greatest compliment that maybe a writer can receive.Today had been one of those days where just another leaf of grief floated past me as I prepare to say goodbye to Mum and Dad’s holiday house.
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Musings from the heart, Writing
Twenty eight days to create some self care. Twenty-six days ago I was sitting in my psychologist’s office talking self care + how to incorporate it into my every day
2015 in review: Life’s been a bit hard, and there just didn’t seem like there was time, or energy to post here. But, it feels appropriate to wrap up 2015.
My story ‘Eggshells’ is in the Hunter Writers Centre Grieve Anthology. It is about that difficult time after Mum died
A suitable farewell – I hadn’t realised how popular Mum was (and I am positive she didn’t either). The church at her funeral was packed and overflowing
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Musings from the heart
It’s the empty space that’s the hardest. It lives in my heart, my head, my phone + at the end of the street. I want to walk down + talk to Mum.
Mum is peacefully sleeping now. Rousing, barely, to smile at the sound of her children talking, sharing stories.
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Musings from the heart
I’ve been cheated. Mum will never be an old woman. Dad was never an old man. It’s the odd little things that catch me
