There is a saying that home is where the heart is. My heart is torn between this life and the next. My home is both here and in the afterlife. My home was and is so much more than my house but I have been struggling to remember that home is not the building or the address. Home is forever in my heart.
Despite the grief, despite the pain, I share my journey and I yearn to move forward and find happiness and hope again. A fresh start may be on the horizon.
This lounge is where I spent some of the happiest years of my life. My late husband and I would spend hours just hanging out here. In winter he loved keeping the fire going all day and late into the night when we would read or write or […]
If you love to travel then once you have children you want to keep travelling. My late husband and I spoke a great deal about how we would love to travel with our children. He was convinced that we should travel with our children from when they were […]
In a past life I always spoke about wanting to live in a country where we could get involved in the politics. Truly engage and interact with the politicians, the policies, the campaigns. Watch debates on TV and debate with your friends around who actually deserves your vote. […]
My late husband used to tease me because I believed I lived in a Disney world. Well he teased me because he loved my innocent take on being able to see the good in the world and the moral in the story. I believed, like a Disney princess, […]
Grief’s name is Lola. She was a showgirl. Let me explain. This is not an attempt at humour. Before I begin, before she comes forward and speaks, I need you to understand why she is my grief. My late husband and I have always had an appreciation for […]
I don’t have a name. I don’t know what to do. I am not the person I used to be. I am broken in two. Half of me is a nameless empty shell. A being functioning on the basic need for survival. Running my life on auto pilot. I […]
The best year of my life and the worst year of life. The season of light. The season of darkness. The spring of hope. The winter of despair. I had everything before me. I had nothing before me. My life summed up as the beginning of a Dickens novel.
Notes for Nova 