Conversations
Here’s the truth: I don’t know how to answer their questions.
I don’t know what’s enough or too much to share.
Category: grief
Heaters & Hoovers
One of the many things I took away from our very first Bereavement Camp at Barretstown is that ‘Hoovers’ and ‘Heaters’ are in our lives. They’ve always been there.
…A Year On…
My eyes scan the screen. I read and re-read what they had typed. They are the ones who are paving the way for me and others like me. They never asked for that “job“. No one would ever ask for that “job.” Against […]
Ethan Rocks!
Hello and welcome! If you have made your way to this website due to finding one of Ethan Rocks, I am delighted to ‘see’ you! What started as something to keep my mind busy grew into something bigger than I could have […]
Signs
They say our loved ones can send us ‘signs’. I am sure the grief we live with can make us, the bereaved, more susceptible to these kinds of ‘signs’. We seek them out. We ask for these ‘signs’, regardless of our religious beliefs.
I have never seen so many Robins or feathers randomly strewn across any path I walk since my brother Liam and son Ethan passed away.
Marble
The cold air blows through the concrete shed. It is just us in here. Still, I leave my mask around my face. I don’t want to be here, and I don’t want to have this experience. I think of my mother sitting […]
Who Am I?
The morning sun paints the dining room, illuminating the bright yellow walls. I sit at the table with my freshly made cup of tea.My daily routine is so vastly different these days. Sometimes I am unsure what it is I should do […]
Seasons
Summer dances over the horizon, Seven months have crawled by, Yet, seven months have sped away, I’m stuck in a sandpit of sorrow, Despite the seasons rolling by, Your smile, your laugh, your voice echoes, All the while the sun still rises […]
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