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... The healing that grief brings takes time. Grief has scoured my heart, it has seeped through all the patched-up fissures and half-mended wounds, reopened old scars and cleared out the flotsam and jetsam of decades of "coping"...
Is it too late to say "Happy New Year"? Saying it anyway - and may your 2020 be filled with joy, love and the sort of challenges you truly thrive on. My run-up to the new year was strange. Normally I spend some time rounding up the events of the past twelve months, thinking back …
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 …
Gitta Wolf 