Sudden loss – 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”

This is because a person has been hit by a train.

There is a mid-point, accessed by train, where I can meet with my far away friend for the day. We discovered how easy it was when my mother died and I needed to buy an outfit for the funeral. I was traumatised and in a grief kerfuffle. That’s when we realised, it was a completelyContinueContinue reading “This is because a person has been hit by a train.”

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”