When I think my pain is unbearable, that life is cruel and unfair, and that somehow I’ve been singled out for unimaginable grief, the Universe reminds me that I am not alone. I feel your grief, your pain and your emptiness. It reverberates across time and space to link up with mine and with all… Read More
I seem to have lost my inhibitions about crying in public. I have been seen sobbing on public transport, in shopping centres and more frequently than you would expect, in restaurants. In the beginning I blamed the non-stop flow of tears on my sadness and shock over the death of my husband. I was unable… Read More
I was never a Girl Guide or a Brownie, probably because I was too busy going to ballet class and piano lessons, but I loved their system of badges. You could get a badge for sewing, or first aid, or helping old ladies across the street for all I know and it was sewn on… Read More
When your husband kills himself you’re not meant to talk about it. I’m not playing by those rules. Here is my story in a short seven minute documentary.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qhoKVRYYubw[/youtube] Sometimes I feel like Alice In a Wonderland chasing rabbits Cheshire cats and mad hatters A better world, well, it don’t really matter Well day breaks and life is as dark as the room The air is laced with sweet perfume What is it about morning light That makes everything feel alright Alright Well,… Read More