What is my story… I feel I need to share a snippet of what lead me to this point in my life. It’s been 34 years in the making.
We had moved in. We have moved out. Now we are moving forward
Packing up 33 years of life is no easy feat. It requires plenty of nostalgic moments and about a hundred black bags and boxes.
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 […]
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 […]