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.
If you are feeling X because of X, then choose to do Y. Everything is a bit weird at the moment isn’t it? I’m sitting here mulling the past two weeks over in my head. Every now and then I have been feeling dizzy – as though the world has… Read More »Choosing Some Wise Y’s.
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.
This past week was midterm so we went over to the UK to visit my three sisters and respective families for the first weekend. The weekend didn’t end up going quite according to plan though as we spent 20 hours in A&E and the paediatric ward of their local hospital… Read More »Fragile
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.
Last Christmas was so unbearably sad. My eight year old nephew had passed away on the 17th December and we just did not know how to make our way through the ‘season of joy’. Everything was bitter, cold and so very dark.Read More »Remembering a child at Christmas