A photo memory came up the other day, one of those little digital ambushes your phone sends without warning, as if it has not already watched you google skincare, grief symptoms and whether silence is technically an answer. There we were. Smiling. Close. Familiar in that way people are when they still belong in the daily fabric of your life. And for a second, I was back there. Back when their name on my phone was normal, when a message did not need a reason.
read more
Every year, my sister asks what I want to do for my birthday. She never lets it go unmarked. Never lets the day pass quietly. She’s great like that, and I know it’s her way of keeping something normal alive when so much of our world has already changed shape. And because it has only been a year and a half since we lost my mum, my sister is still grieving too, I never have the heart to tell her the truth…I don’t want to celebrate my birthday anymore.
read more
They say losing a parent changes you forever. They also say time heals all wounds. What they fail to mention is that grief isn’t linear, it’s an unpredictable mess of emotions. Like a tornado, utterly devastating. One moment, you’re standing in the calm before the storm, convinced you can weather it. The next, you’re being lifted off your feet, and dropped into a reality where everything you once knew is shattered & drenched in sorrow.
read more
