Grief manages to sap all the energy, it can change a positive person to a depressive person – I should know! But I always think of a letter sent by a great friend who wrote
“You have two choices. You can give up and let people remember you as someone who gave up, who let life slip through their fingers, someone who didn’t think enough of their friends and family to dig deep and stay around to enjoy life together in the future!
Or you can fight, you can find that inner strength to come through the sense of loss. You can …read more

I came across this poem about grief today, not sure who wrote it but maybe it will provide some comfort to anyone grieving

When I am gone, release me, let me go.
I have so many things to see and do,
You mustn’t tie yourself to me with too many tears,
But be thankful we had so many good years.
I gave you my love, and you can only guess
How much you’ve given me in happiness.
I thank you for the love that you have shown,
But now it is time I traveled on alone.
So grieve for me a while, if grieve …read more

Each morning I look at you
You’ve changed.
Your face was joyous
Your skin so vibrant
Now I look and what do I see
A face yes, but I don’t think its me.

Oh mirror stop reflecting
The pain and the grief
Show me the hope
Show me the spirit
So if I look harder then I can see
Someone with the potential of maybe being me.

Reflections on the past
Show in the mirror
Now let the spirit of the future
Reflect the same way
So when I relax and let myself smile – what do I see?
The person that I dream will become the new me.
Reflections from my bathroom this morning put into an …read more

I wrote this poem about the grief I feel, after struggling to sleep last night, I wonder if any widows or widowers know what I mean…
I see you when I wake, yet you are not there.
I see you when I close my eyes, yet you are not there.
I see you when I stare at our photo, yet you are not there.
I see you when I try to forget,
Yet I struggle to see you when I try to remember.
Then I look in my heart and I see that you are still there…

When Dad died I was devastated and still am….we had a strange relationship in many ways. We were so similar and yet found it difficult later in life to connect. I still don’t understand why….
Fortunately at the end of his life – he died of dementia – we became close and we both managed to say those three little words to each other. Families are strange aren’t they…..now he isn’t he, I miss him soooo very much.
Anyway it will be his birthday on August 12th and I wanted to do something that honours his memory. He loved people, he loved …read more