Grief – The Frank Journals

Seven

This really spoke to me as the anniversary of my friends death comes round again. It is so true. I miss her so much, our adventures, our late night chats drinking beer and watching the fire, our dramas, her being there for me and me being there for her, from being 13 through all theContinueContinue reading “Seven”

Last Week – Floors and Fathers

In the ongoing marathon that is renovating a house that you live in, we finally got the floor laid. Or at least started to. This is the floor for the new kitchen and family room which is part original house, part extension. The extension we believe was put on the house around 1970. In preparation,ContinueContinue reading “Last Week – Floors and Fathers”

Last Week – pre-ops and mermaids

As the Schofield saga continued into the week, I am pre-opping for cancer surgery part 4. I am really hoping this is it now, I am worn out just thinking about it. Luckily this time it’s just a fiddle with a scar, hopefully under a local but in theatre, apparently in a tent. To clarify,ContinueContinue reading “Last Week – pre-ops and mermaids”

The Dark Months

First quarter of the year, bleaker than usual but also uplifting in unexpected ways. The complete emotional exhaustion of Dads funeral, the relief of finally being allowed to complete the paperwork giving way to overwhelming bleakness of grief, watching the world go back to its rhythm while I am adrift, tiptoeing round my childhood homeContinueContinue reading “The Dark Months”

Five

Today marks five years since the death of my friend. On that day five years ago I was woken up by my phone ringing, it was early so I knew something was wrong because who calls at 5:30am for a chat? My friends husband was on the end of the line, he made no senseContinueContinue reading “Five”