Surprisingly, I’M the toxic one

I was stood in line at the Bakery yesterday in Maylands, eyeing up my favourite vanilla cannoli’s in the display fridge. Mmmmmm. Bob Dylan’s “Hey Mr Tambourine Man” started playing and before I knew it, my heart was aching and tears were rolling down my cheeks. My Dad loved Dylan. Since my Dad died, IContinue reading “Surprisingly, I’M the toxic one”

Where is my Dad?

It’s day 5 since my Dad died. I miss him so much. Yesterday I couldn’t face anything. I couldn’t do any housework or gardening. Today I made the bed and feel like I have it in me to do the dishes and tidy the kitchen. I honestly feel like a psychopath. I haven’t cried nearlyContinue reading “Where is my Dad?”

The things we remember

January 29, 2017 I’ve read a lot of posts on FB lately about the same topic – what we choose to remember. “Do 100 things right, no one says a word, but do ONE thing wrong – and they’ll never forget it” “No one remembers all the good things you did for them – theyContinue reading “The things we remember”