Me, my sister and our Dad

My sister just reminded me that it is three years since our Dad died. I don’t have a good sense of time, I do have a good sense of loss that years don’t dull. After nodding our heads in wonder at the time that has passed we didn’t say much more about...

Mum 1932- 2013

My mum passed away this month. It’s now that odd post-funeral time when all is very quiet compared to the time that led to this. My grieving, which is complicated and untidy at the best of times, is a little quieter too. This is the time when I have to remind...

Dad 1927 – 2012

My dear Dad died yesterday. My sister and I were beside him at his hospital bed. We held his hands, each of us gripping one of his, we talked to him and remembered things he had done, things we loved and were proud of. I told him that I loved him and, as we sat with...

Enough?

It is hard to believe that I am enough, just as I am. I extort myself to be better, more, to be the best I can. There is an almost constant conversation happening on the inside asking for more, knowing I could be better, kinder, smarter, more… I was working...