Frozen Peas

I think the thing with grief is that I always want to know the ‘why’ or the ‘what’; Why did I break down after a perfectly nice weekend? What was the trigger? On Sunday night, I went to bed and woke up 23 again, in 2018. I woke up with all of the fresh pain and the memories of my mum passing away. I felt frantic and only wanted to speak to the people who were around me then.

Dear Ricky Gervais,

I’ve been there. No, not a widowed middle-aged man with an alcohol problem. But I’ve been at the point where life’s unrelenting conveyor belt  is ushering you to keep moving forward but you are still frantically trying to scramble against time to stay close to the person you lost.

The Gift of Time

Since my mum passed a way, my whole perspective on life changed and I have felt as though I have been walking around with a secret; “pssst, did you know that people actually die and none of what we are doing is actually that important?” All that truly matters in this life is family and being with the people you love, and I feel so lucky to be seeing this through with mine in a place that I can call home.