Grief and Loss
My father died tragically and under traumatic circumstances in Johannesburg in 2000. Even more heartbreaking was the sudden death of my sister’s little boy the week before Christmas in 2016, I still can’t quite believe it and we will never ‘get over’ it.
This past weekend two of my three little women and I went to see the Little Women film. I read the book a long time ago, long before real life and real sadness intruded into my experiences. It was long before I was a mother of children who have been… Read More »Just Enough Heartbreak Just Enough Grace
When people suffer from depression they quite often feel as though they are removed from themselves, as though they are viewing themselves from the outside.
Stirring ashes for embers On mourning the loss of a child There is one word that springs to mind as I recall the year that has past : ashes. A thick choking blanket that quenched a bright spark. I haven’t written about some of my memories of this time last… Read More »Stirring ashes for embers
Apparently 15th November is ‘I love to write day’? No idea who, where, what or why that is, but the date is significant to me as it’s my Dad’s birthday – he would have turned 71 this year. So in honour of the day, I’m going to write briefly about him.
Above is my recent sketch from a favourite photo of him taken on my wedding day in 1994, he is embracing me as I leave to go away on honeymoon (I didn’t include myself in the sketch as it’s the back of my head and big wedding hairdos are hard to draw). I love this photograph but it’s a bitter reminder of how much I have missed his hugs for the past seventeen years.