‘Gently, My Mother’ is a small poem I wrote on a sunny Friday which made me miss my own quite terribly.
I felt closer to him reading these than I have since he was killed—as he wrote in one of them, “Some words are worth a thousand pictures.”
The thought of coming home to you is tantalisingly strong. I would come home in my grey blazer, soaked to the bone from cold autumnal rain. I’d…… Read more “A Memory I Wish I Had”
“I still ask ‘why me?'” Thank you to anonymous for submitting this short, simple, but heartfelt post. Feel free to email anonymous submissions in at firstname.lastname@example.org It…… Read more “As Told By Anonymous”
“I experience grieving, I am not becoming grief.” Thank you to Bryan Wagner for sharing his thoughts on grief! Make sure you check out Bryan’s blog which…… Read more “As Told By Bryan”
The Grief Reality somehow stumbled, tripped and fell our way into a wider grief community, outside of wordpress. We could not be more grateful for the support,…… Read more ““How Grief Changes Our Sense of Self””
But this is my world. Those were the cards I had been dealt. I have been living without my Mum for 14 months now. I have been doing okay.
We are truly exhausted physically, but mentally, we are stronger and happier than ever.
We never expected to feel so supported by your comments of encouragement or simple “me too” messages or a “hang on in there, it does get better”. Knowing other people were able to survive such loss gave me hope and shined a light on a future that I thought I’d never be able to attain after losing our mum.
Just two girls trying to pack up their home, waiting for their lives to start… But doing it with a smile every step of the way!