The And
He’d buried himself in deep, like a tick. He trapped me with his kindness, for washing my mouldy dishes that had sat in the kitchen for… I do not honestly know how long. Continue reading The And
He’d buried himself in deep, like a tick. He trapped me with his kindness, for washing my mouldy dishes that had sat in the kitchen for… I do not honestly know how long. Continue reading The And
Maybe it’s all this talk of the liar-in-chief down yonder south, but today I’ve been thinking a lot about Tim, and stuff I hadn’t thought of for so long. Or, maybe it’s just the rotten horrible no good gas pains that had me doubled over earlier, no doubt due to the microwave Shepherds Pie I ate late last night when I should have been in … Continue reading In The Dying Of The Light
The things that you find when ya ain’t AT ALL looking for them, geesh. My closet door wouldn’t close, and kept creaking and coming open. So I had to take these boxes out, and re-arrange them. In one of the boxes is Tim’s records, notes, receipts etal from that year and some – ephemera from a life of pain and sadness. So I had to … Continue reading Where The Painful Things Go
This Journey through grief has taken a hold of me over the last few days. I can feel its grip in the hollow of my throat. It means to find every last salty tear and rip it from me. Yet I will not wallow in these dark caves. I will not let the shadows become my reality. I’ve experienced these dark days after a loss … Continue reading Thameswood – Part One
“He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.” Aeschylus The comment I didn’t send to the Huffington Post I just finished watching the Brian Goldman’s video on Ted weekends – Dr. Brian Goldman: Doctors … Continue reading January 12, 2011 – Doctor’s make mistakes