Since losing my Dad I've spent sometime talking to a counsellor about bereavement. It's been a good way of talking through my thought processes and relieving some of the stress and tension. She made a comment to me very early on which a couple of months later I wanted to explore. "In Britain we don't…
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…
You learn who your friends are
The title may sound negative, however it's not meant that way at all. When you go through 2 of the most challenging and life changing events that I've focused this blog on, you learn who your friends are. Now, yes when my Dad died I had a fair few people who I did feel let…
A visit in my dreams
Last night my Dad came to see me, he sat on the sofa and cuddled and played with my little girl like any doting Grandad would. Then I woke up and the realisation that it was just a dream hit me hard like a cold slap across the face. Just over a year on I'm…
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…
Caught off guard.
Grief is a strange process, you have good days and bad days, ups and downs and rotate around a mix of every emotion going. I've being living by the mantra, one day at a time, waking up each morning and facing whatever particular feeling it is I'm faced with that day. Sometimes though, it's not…
Learning to Cope 