Category: death
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The after-effects of losing a parent.
How does death change your perspective? Death has irrevocably changed me and I will never be the same again. Having lost my Dad – my hero – has now meant my journey through life has a tear through it. I am now the before and after of myself. Before – when I had my Dad…
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Bloganuary – A smell or scent that brings up a memory
Woah. What a great writing prompt! I could literally write for hours about scents and the powerful way they transport me back in time to a particular event in my life. For the sake of your poor eyes, I’ll stick to just a few. The heady scent of rain on hot bitumen is one of…
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“I can take it”
I want to help whenever I see someone hurting. I can’t seem to help but want to go over to them, put an arm around them or automatically lift up the other end of whatever huge burden they’re pulling along behind them so that between us, the burden won’t be as heavy on that person.…
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The Girl before
I used to be her. Bubbly. Full of life. A mischevious laugh. A big – yet charming – flirt with guys and a best friend to all girls; especially to the shy introvert. I couldn’t help but adopt them. I was an extrovert – loud, brash, mouthy, cheeky and filled with rainbows, forest green glitter…
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Father’s day
I miss my Dad every single day. Holidays like today – Father’s day – multiplies the grief tenfold. I’m hurting so much that my bones ache. Last year was my 1st Father’s day without Dad. I made myself go to his favourite pub in the city, ordered a glass of lemon, lime and bitters and…
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Surviving parent guilt
Since my Dad died, I’ve come across new things. Like crippling grief. Grief that looks and feels like 80 feet waves pummelling me, tumbling me, confusing and frightening me. Grief like that. Grief that – like waves – doesn’t let you come up for air. It doesn’t stop for a second so you can’t stop.…
"I get knocked down, but I get up again" 