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My mind know you’re no longer here.
But my heart still expects to see you walk up our garden path.
And I’m waiting for you with open arms.
Ready to hug you.
Ready to welcome you.
But then you don’t come.
Time and again.
And it hurts.
The 10th of Augustus of 2022 will be forever etched in my mind. Because that’s the day I lost my daughter Lucy. She was 25. When you lose a child Wednesday the 10th of August 2022 started like any other day. I got up, I went for my daily run, I worked on my blogs…
Grief is not a simple process. For a while there, the 4 stages of Kübler-Ross provided a kind of road map. But even though they’re better than nothing, it’s become clear that the process of grief is not a linear process. Grief is not a linear process It’s not like you can go: ‘Okay, I’ve…
On January the 18th my daughter Lucy would have turned 26. How do you celebrate the birthday of someone who is no longer walking this earth? Who will be 25 forever? I find some comfort in Donna Ashworth’s poem: ‘Don’t miss me more’. Don’t miss me more by Donna Ashworth ‘Don’t miss me more than…
No, that’s not me. I’m not that mom. I’m not that mom who lost a child I’m not that mom who has lost a child. It can’t be me, because it’s one of my biggest nightmares. And you shouldn’t worry about that kind of thing because it usually doesn’t happen. I’m not her. But I…
Ever since the sudden death of my daughter Lucy (25), I find myself in this Land of Grief. And it’s like walking a tightrope
Such truth!