The Life I Didn't Plan
I never thought I’d miss going to bed at nine o’clock on a Friday night. Remembering the life Paul and I planned, and finding room for the life in front of me.
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Making room to find
our sparkle again.
Love changes us. Loss changes us. And somewhere between the hard days and the unexpected laughter, we begin discovering what comes next.
Put the kettle on and join me for stories about carrying love forward, finding courage, and sometimes just surviving those days when everything feels a little too much.
My hope is that you leave these pages feeling a little less alone—with something to think about, something to smile at, a good laugh, or a little courage for tomorrow.
Who Takes Care of Me?
Sometimes I wish someone would put the kettle on before I even thought to ask.It sounds like such a small thing. But when you are the one remembering everything, organising everything, and making sure everyone…
Read the story →Still Their Mum
There are days when I would love someone to take care of me.To notice that I’m tired without me having to explain it. To make the decision, sort the problem, or put a cup of tea in front of me and say, “Sit…
Read the story →The Things Nobody Tells You About Widowhood
People tell you that losing your husband will break your heart.They tell you the funeral will be hard. The anniversaries. His birthday. Christmas. All the dates you can see coming and wish you could somehow…
Read the story →Nobody Is Waiting for You
This one is hard to explain unless you've lived it.Nobody is waiting for you.I don't mean that nobody loves me. I have people who love me. I have my boys. I have family and friends.I mean your person isn't…
Read the story →When Everyone Goes Home
There is something nobody really prepares you for after someone dies.Everyone goes home.I don't mean that in an angry way.People have lives.Jobs.Children.Responsibilities.Their own problems waiting for…
Read the story →Grit: Don’t Let the Hard Days Win
People love the word grit.It sounds strong, doesn’t it?Like someone standing on top of a mountain, fists in the air, inspirational music playing dramatically in the background.My version of grit looks slightly…
Read the story →Grá: The Love Behind the Story
In my first post, I shared why this journey begins with a cuppa.I wrote about the sign in my kitchen, the problems Mum is expected to solve, and the conversations that can begin when someone pulls out a chair…
Read the story →Why It Starts with a Cuppa
Welcome. Put the kettle on, pull up a chair, and stay for a while.Some people meditate. Some people journal. Some people wake up at five in the morning and go running.I put the kettle on.There is a sign…
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