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…

It’s the best thing.

My little one is currently nestled under my chin, milk drunk and snoozing after waking from her slumber teary and upset with that classic newborn cry of hers. Everything had come at once, she'd given me a present in her nappy which woke her and she was hungry but also not ready to wake from…

What to read?

I wrote the other day about how I wanted my Dad to be remembered. I’ve thought about this more than I realised and it started when I decided to do a reading for him at his funeral. I didn’t want the funeral to go ahead without something personal done for him, we’d decided to have…

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…