Writing again

Back writing this morning. It’s strange, or maybe not, how being able to devote myself to it again, after years of caring for my parents, makes me miss them both so very much. “Your time is your own again,” friends have told me, meaning well. Yes. It seems a long time since my mum died. … Read moreWriting again

The dad-shaped hole: living past a death

My dad in hospital

My dad died December 27, 2017. He was 96 years old. A month later, it would have been my parents’ 70th wedding anniversary. He’d been admitted to hospital in late November with a chest infection that was successfully cleared, only to be followed by him catching an antibiotic resistant E. coli. It took up residence … Read moreThe dad-shaped hole: living past a death

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