My Journey

25 Days of Christmas

Last year, and perhaps unusually for a recently bereaved parent, I grasped at Christmas, seeing it as a much-needed escape from the unbearable pain I was feeling. The human brain is programmed for survival, and always a big fan of the festive season, I think my mind saw an opportunity to breathe out, if only for… Continue reading 25 Days of Christmas

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My Journey

Finding my tribe…

"I'm not going to write about this weekend", I said to the lady from Lincolnshire as we watched the candles flicker in front of the hotel steps at The Compassionate Friends annual gathering earlier this month. "I need to write about mine and Ralph's trip to New York" I explained. But, I also explained to… Continue reading Finding my tribe…

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The last of the firsts….

It's October 8th, the leaves are falling and all of the "firsts" have now been ticked off bar one, the anniversary of the balloon release I did with the children, her friends. One day in late October 2016 we released pink balloons in the park behind our house just a couple of weeks or so after the celebration of her… Continue reading The last of the firsts….

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Other People’s Pain, Other People’s Joy…….

On Thursday morning last week I woke up with an intense pain in my chest. It caused me to hug Phoebe's reindeer which I've taken to bed for comfort for months now, tighter, desperately wishing for the pain to subside. I knew I would have to take things slowly, breathe deeply and just accept that it wouldn't be possible to… Continue reading Other People’s Pain, Other People’s Joy…….