A letter to my mum on the first anniversary of her death. The void is wide, the memories help but I miss her more than these words can express. Life without your mum is a strange thing.
Our mums teach us life lessons. Mine taught me many that I hold close, after her death. She taught me how to fight and keep going. That’s why I’m facing a new challenge.
Nothing is ever wasted. Yes, really. Even those hours watching reality TV, stuffing your face or writing terrible first drafts. Chalk it all down to experience.
RIP Mum There is no actual post this week in terms of it being writerly, coherent (possibly) or long. Words are failing me right now. On Saturday my amazing mum died. The world has altered into one that has a prominent mum-shaped hole in it. It will never be the same and I don’t know […]
The cancer waiting game is a cruel and painful process for the afflicted and their loved ones. As I find myself in this horrible place all I can do is write.
Loss is universal yet we often hide its effects from others. We all live with loss and are altered by it. Loss steals but can we gain anything back?
I need your help. There, Miss Independent said it. Please read this post and considering helping my family, me and this amazing hospice out. Thank you.
Join me in fighting the cancer, the ‘Badness’, that threatens many lives. This time, for me, it’s got all too personal. The fight isn’t over.