I could have killed him – but then he nearly died! Inside my home… You know, last Saturday I could have nearly killed my dearest husband. He was having such a fun relaxing day, the rugby was on, and try as I might with the vacuum cleaner I just could not… Read More »I could have killed him – but then he nearly died!
On the 17th December 2016 my little 8 year old nephew died after a brief fight with illness following a strep throat which triggered a very rare and fatal syndrome called HLH (Hemophagocytic Lymphohistiocytosis). The easiest part of parenting is talking to other parents about how very hard it is… Read More »It's six months since my little nephew died.
It has been six weeks since my previous post and that’s because words lost all meaning when my sister called me to tell me there was no more hope for her little boy. Then the sounds and words that came from my mouth are not ones I can rewrite. There… Read More »Unspeakable grief – when our words fail: The Word.
A TALE OF TWO STAGES What does the opera ‘Vanessa’ and the musical ‘The Fiddler on the Roof’ have in common apart from an engagement toast followed by a dance, a plethora of females, a tragic ending and heaps of singing? The answer is not much. When it comes to chalk… Read More »To Life, l’chaim!