Grief Notes by Josephine Patrick
The day has barely started. I have sugar in my tea again and the Sarah Raven gardening podcast on. I am listening to this to try and soothe myself- she’s talking about tomatoes and Sweet Peas; she is imparting her wisdom on the lad Arthur Parkinson, she is trying to convince him that she probably […]
Continue ReadingHow do I live with meaning? Initially I did not let everything fall apart because I couldn’t. The impact of his death wasn’t just about me- in the hours that followed my discovery I had a real ‘ ‘Stop all the clocks’ moment- I tactlessly sent messages letting people know; I was as subtle as a town […]
Continue ReadingI ain’t nothing but tired. Growing up in the nineties the only thing I knew about the song Dancing in the Dark is that Courtney Cox appeared in the music video- it was just a song with someone from Friends in it. That was it. Not my thing, next please thank you. It took until last year for it […]
Continue ReadingThe silence is an echo, is an echo. I haven’t been well. I was a mess on Monday with a face full of tears and hay fever. My limbs felt heavy and I napped as soon as I returned from work until a later dinner and a quiz with friends. I made it through and […]
Continue ReadingSometimes there is nothing left. I am filling time again. Something on the telly. Work to do. More chores. Superfluous stuff. I have been trying to make something out of life. I am holding it all together for LP; she is my reason and everyone knows that- an anchor and a raft. I would just […]
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