Tag: grief

My Dad, My Rock

When I lost my Dad I felt like a part of me had died too. Grief was a tangible object that I held in my hand all the time and couldn’t put down. Like a jagged rock. I wasn’t ready for him to leave. He wasn’t ready to go. As the months and years went by I started to put my rock away in my pocket for little bits of time. I’d always put my hand in my pocket to feel the sharp edges. They were still there.  Grief was like that for me - a constant, ever present companion that hurt…

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Life is a Sexually Transmitted Disease

Death has a way of sneaking up on you in your daily life. I guess life is a sexually transmitted disease and it's terminal. I try not to think too much about it but sometimes it gets in my head and I can't stop thinking about it. It's hard to comprehend - like the vastness of the universe. I was at the vets with Monty recently and a lady was there with her dog who'd been hit by a car. It was so sad. He was flailing around in pain and trying to sit up because she was there. He wanted to…

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