The cemetery and the primary school

At its base are several graves which have become dislodged as the tree has grown over the years. I'm struck by its beauty and power, how life and death have become intertwined. Just like life and death has become intertwined for me.

Not 50 & 5 emotions

Mick would have been 50 today - Im not sure “Happy Birthday” is the right term. Today was a mixture of anger, gratitude, resolve, shock, love and memories. I could probably list 50 things Im angry about … here are a few. Mick is not here to grow older, wrinklier and greyer with me while... Continue Reading →

Creating space

I watch from the window as our trampoline is dismantled. The net has a tear. Rust has appeared here and there. A pole has popped out of the net. It was installed on the first anniversary after Mick died. In the middle of winter. First jumped on that evening to squeals of delight. I supervised... Continue Reading →

Get to not got to

I wish I could say "Ask your Dad" or "I've had enough - can you take care of this?" or "That's your department". All the tough moments, the juggling, the responsibility is mine. I am a solo parent. I've got to say I've got this. I'm here. I'll sort this. I'll do it. I'll figure... Continue Reading →

Ten

A friend checked in with me a week ago anticipating the anniversary tomorrow. The day Mick died. It will be ten years. She said “I’m sure the pain never stops”. She’s right. She also asked after me and the kids. It felt good to be able to say we are good. Actually not good -... Continue Reading →

When love and courage show up

My children love hosting Christmas. It is wondrous to me that they do. Two special men will be missed. This will be the tenth Christmas that we have hosted without my late husband, Mick. The fourth Christmas since Dad passed. Their absence will be deeply felt amongst the frivolity. We continue to celebrate with Mick's... Continue Reading →

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