The Falling Feather
Walking up to see you on Sunday was hard, we were all sad No one really knew what to say and no one really knew what to do for the best. We have always gone along the back path to your garden But today I …
Walking up to see you on Sunday was hard, we were all sad No one really knew what to say and no one really knew what to do for the best. We have always gone along the back path to your garden But today I …
Yesterday Mr L and I were shocked to the core. We suddenly saw someone walking down our path, and I recognised her as Baba’s health visitor. I opened the door and said hi, and she asked to speak to me, as she was coming to …
This post has taken me a long time to write, I have thought about it a lot, I think about this near on every day but writing it down has been hard. But something that I have wanted to do, needed to do. Part One …
A lone figure sitting on the floor Legs crossed Staring at the smallest one there He doesn’t say anything He doesn’t move. He is silent in a silent place The place that no one speaks People acknowledge others with a nod and a small look …
We get asked all the time, “How are you?” We respond with “We are ok considering” “No but really how are you?” “We have good and bad days, but we are getting there” Do you know what that’s a lie We are both fantastic liars Neither …
Today we were all awake early, at first we all just laid there. Mr L decided to get Baba ready for school and I walked around the house in a daze. It was very hard to pack a bag for today. After all packing a …
Last night was a weird night, Baba was at Mr L’s mum’s as we didn’t want to upset him by suddenly taking him away from there when he knew that he was supposed to be staying. So it was just Mr L and myself. And …
I didn’t sleep last night, I tossed and turned all night. Baba crawled into our bed in the early hours and for the first time I just left him there. I just watched him sleep and just cried. I felt so numb, but so bad …
I always thought I understood grieve, I had lost a couple of people when I was young, as in a child young and it was just something had happened. I experienced grieve for the first time when my aunt died when I was 15 it …