After Mum

I’ve been putting this off – too personal, too close. Then again, I committed to Real & True when I started this blog: uncensored, straight from the heart. So, this is about life without Mum, about grieving, and about the concept of home. Grieving is such a weird process. The poet John Roedel likens it …

Inevitable?

So, last night I was on the phone with my friend, and we suddenly realized we’d been talking about this ache and that ache, and about not doing things because we felt too exhausted before we’d even started. In fact, that’s what kicked this conversation off: how Mr W. and I had planned to drive …