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 … More Other People’s Pain, Other People’s Joy…….
On the Sunday after our break in Spain, the 28th May 2017, I ran the Manchester 10k. I completed the course in 1 hour 8 minutes and 2 seconds, almost 2 minutes faster than I had done when Ralph had taken me out for a practise 10k a couple of weeks earlier and as this … More 10K in Manchester
Back in February Ralph asked me if I wanted to take a short break in Spain towards the end of May. We had been invited to join some friends to share an apartment and it wouldn’t cost us any more than a budget airfare each. We’d go Monday to Friday so that it wouldn’t impact … More Escape to the Sun
So after weeks of keeping it together, I cried at work…….. The mask slipped and a glimpse of what lies beneath was laid bare for all to see and I felt exposed and anxious. A simple picture of a Minion with a Chiquita banana in a presentation triggered memories of Phoebe all dressed up in a … More What Lies Beneath
Sat in the pub waiting for our niece and her husband on Good Friday, Ralph asked me whether I felt he gave me enough support. I couldn’t understand why he might think I thought he didn’t, but he went on to explain “well you don’t write much about me in your blog, you just said … More Run Ralph Run!
Mother’s Day loomed large on the calendar. There was no escaping it, there was a large poster outside our local pub advertising Mother’s Day lunches and front of store supermarket displays of gifts, cards and flowers were everywhere, even in my understated favourite, Waitrose. My inbox saw a steady influx of emails from Moonpig, Marks & Spencer, Boots and … More Mother’s Day
The 6 month anniversary of Phoebe’s death is just around the corner. Half a year during which I have constantly tried to make some kind of sense of what is an utterly senseless situation. My emotions overwhelm me and the reality of losing Phoebe is painfully sinking in , but I am trying to stay determined in my … More A Bridge Between 2 Worlds..
February, I have never particularly liked February; such a dour month, sandwiched between January and March, it’s cold and grey; the festive season is but a memory and we shiver and dig in, heads down, making our way through each day waiting for Spring, warmer weather and looking forward to better things. I know it … More Climbing the Stairs to No Where….
“Two hearts, believing in just one mind, beating together till the end of time…..” “Phil Collins” I hear you say, “She’s quoting Phil Collins?”…….. “It’s a jive” I explain, one which the dance school used to use a lot, I’ve danced to it many times and I’m sure I must have danced to it with Ralph. … More Two Hearts
On Friday 6th January 2017 I journeyed again to Blackpool. It was, of course, another dancing related trip, but this time not just as a spectator, but to dance myself, to perform and to compete. Back in October we had gone out with friends for afternoon tea on my 45th birthday in the delightful ‘Alice In … More What Goes Up Must Come Down