Recognising What We Give

Recognising What We Give

It was a quiet morning in the woods, the kind where everything feels unhurried. My dog walked beside me, close enough that my little finger rested lightly on the lead. Nothing dramatic. Just a familiar rhythm between us.And yet something about that moment stayed with...
One day to the 11th death anniversary.

One day to the 11th death anniversary.

Tomorrow is my Dad’s eleventh death anniversary and as I approach this day I do not feel good. All this month I was telling myself that I will approach this day with gratitude in my heart, and I am thankful that my father is free from his earthly existence, but I also...
Marooned on an Island….

Marooned on an Island….

Here I am after a long time. We have gone past mid-November, and I sense the heaviness as I approach the end of this year and yet another death anniversary. Eleven years without my father’s physical presence and why am I still feeling empty, and alone? The voice...