Through the years…. a message to my younger self.

Loving life and enjoying having fun with my children and all that has to offer. They don’t want to hold my hand anymore but that’s ok 😊, because the flip side of that is freedom to do things Ted and I enjoy without the restraints of the responsibilities a young family brings . Every stage... Continue Reading →

The Art of Happiness

I didn't write When death comes knocking at your door on some idle Tuesday afternoon. looking for sympathy, its something that happened to us like it does many other people. This is just my story, one of many similar stories and just as devastating to those that have endured it. Everyone grieves differently. I have written... Continue Reading →

My seasons of Christmas

I am really looking forward to Christmas this year.  Christmas was always a good time in our family for many years. Then a black cloud came and damped it for a while, in fact it totally eclipsed the sun, a spring came that never turned into a summer but now summer is once again apon... Continue Reading →

When death comes knocking at your door on some idle Tuesday afternoon.

At 32 and a mum of young children you shouldn’t be at a funeral directors choosing what clothes to bury your husband in or standing in a room of caskets deciding which to buy to lay him to rest in. This is my story of how I came to be in this moment and my journey with grief. I hope one day if my kids ever want to know more detail about what happened they read this. This is also for them. Who knows when or if the time will ever be right for them to read this.

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