Category: grief
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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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What is a song or poem that speaks to you and why?
As someone who LOVES TO SING and equally loves to listen to music (I love R&B, Soul, Gospel, Christian bands, Rap, Hip Hop, Rock songs that make you want to dance and some ‘easy listening’ Artists like my boy Ed Sheeran, Newton Faulkner, Tracey Chapman and of course the little hottie that he is John…
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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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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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A calculated risk
The phone rang and lit up an orange box at the top of my screen, indicating that a new call was coming in. This was to be my 1st call of the day for work and 200-300 more were to come. That’s my usual work day and I’m slowly starting to get used to it.…
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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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What could have been
I’ve seen the same guy on the train for the last few days and he looks a lot like my friend Troy. He’s always on his phone and wears a brown jacket and dark grey jeans. I wonder where he goes? Maybe to work? He must be a creature of habit like me because we…