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…

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…