Happy Birthday Pops!

Yesterday would've been Poppa M's birthday, last year we marked the occasion as it was the first one since he passed. Nothing too special, we just had his favourite curry for dinner and my mum came round to join us. We chatted about him and had a laugh, to be honest as the first of…

That day.

Writing about the day my Dad died is a strange feeling. I've known deep down that I wanted to post about it but haven't been ready to for awhile and I don't know that I am now but the words have started to flow and I feel this sudden urge to, so I'll continue. I'd…

Angry that I feel angry

When I started this blog I outlined a couple of rules/guidelines to myself, one of which was not to use bad language (I didn't think it fair/appropriate to swear in a post). Today is an exception, I feel it necessary to curse! This is because losing a parent is shit, really fucking shit! It's so…