Your pain is in my eyes. Your voice is in my ears. Your words are in my notes...
If we were having tea, I’d squeal with joy to be next to you.
This Christmas, I wish you were here more than I have ever
For others, it's just another day. For me, the 12th of November is;
Yesterday isn't gone. I hear it when a door slams shut.
On the 4th of September, I googled "does grief end". It's been three years and ten months since I lost my Mum, and I miss her so much.
If we were having tea, I’d choose a seat in the private part of the café and stare into your eyes for about ten minutes before placing my order.
I don’t care what anyone says because I know no amount of preparation, planning or time can make grief and losing a loved one easy. There are a whole lot of easy tasks but grieving isn’t one of them.
If we were having tea, I'd be so happy to see you. I'd give you a big hug and linger for about a minute or two. I'd finally take a seat and ask you what it's like up there with a big smile on my face.
Whenever I was told
you left this world
for a better place
I never believed