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...
This is my happy place….

This is my happy place….

I start this blog with a bold statement, but it is deliberate. This is my happy place. I am walking through the 10th year since my precious father’s passing. I have been through the roller coaster of grief and as Sir Elton’s song goes, ‘I am still standing after all...