The impact of grief…

Four years on since my father’s death I know I have done really well to survive but sometimes when I least expect grief knocks on the door of my soul and hits me sideways. The other day while travelling on the train I had a shaky moment when I saw a gentleman...

Year four…

As I  approached December I did so with a degree of dread but thus far I have got through without crumbling. Wayne Dyer, the esteem philosopher said what we see is not real what we don’t see is! I definitely feel my Dad is with me but I can’t prove it. I...

Almost four years

I am close to the fourth anniversary of my father’s death. It is 3 years, 10 months and 28 days to be precise since he died. I look at myself and I am amazed I am here still and that too in one piece. If I could I would remove the month of December from the...

It’s exhausting..

In three months time it will be four years. The beginning of autumn and the early dark evenings is a reminder that I am approaching the fourth death anniversary. It’s heavy. Somebody asked why I was not attending to a matter that would save me money and I...

Three years, 8 months and 4 days or 191 weeks and 6 days…

It has been a while since my last blog. I have been thinking what to say so much has happened and there is so much I still wish to discuss with my Dad. 3 years and 8 months sounds like a long time but to me it seems only yesterday my father passed. The last days and...

Father’s Day again…

This Sunday will be my fourth Father’s day without my Dad. I am approaching this day with dread and gratitude in equal measure…as time goes by the gut wrenching pain and heart ache is still palpable just as it is indescribable yet I go on where who knows...