Grief Notes by Josephine Patrick
I thought I might tire of hearing people say how sorry they are for my loss. But I’m not. I am doing annoyed typing whilst aggressively eating a bowl of yogurt with honey and walnuts in- Do I know It’s Christmas? Yes. That’s what the walnuts are for. I don’t want to spoil my dinner […]
Continue ReadingI have just been doing a bit of sewing. A little something for me- Merry Christmas Josephine. I let myself do it. Around lunchtime I gave myself full permission to do whatever I wanted with the rest of today; stuff especially for me. I left the wet washing in the machine. I had a cuppa […]
Continue ReadingNo matter the amount of time I spend being upbeat and engaged with thoughts of all the things that life will offer up; there is always a grief anvil waiting to drop on my weary bonce. Sometimes it is letters addressed to him, or letters from people who don’t know that he’s dead; always wanting […]
Continue ReadingI’m in the office. This is my what’s next? The place that was once Seb’s little work hub. He spent hours in here. It is very different. I have made myself a place. It’s a bit like I was standing in some very large footprints; I couldn’t fill them so I’ve stepped aside and marked […]
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