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.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.
Welcome to the first ever post we ever shared on @bereavedsingledad ‘s lovely blog. This post was written at the beginning of quarantine. This post in collaboration with our friend, Gary, was the beginning of something quite lovely, we think 🙂 Check out his first ever post on our blog! We hope you enjoy our post. Please … Continue reading Grieving During Quarantine
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 be grumpy. I’d see your head with your glasses perched on the end of your nose, your mind far away between the comfortable pages of your book. I’d … Continue reading A Memory I Wish I Had
