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The Voicebox

Blogs for people who lost their voice during their journey with illness

July 8, 2020

MAKING SENSE OF MY GRIEF: Faith that my mess will become my message

I love paintings. Art with a message that acts as a declaration. Like this beautiful one of my friend Helena van der Nest. At the moment, […]
July 7, 2020

MAKING SENSE OF MY GRIEF: Your guitar is quiet now

Before I was your girlfriend, you fell in love with a guitar. You were a devoted lover and spent three hours a day practising scales, techniques […]
July 6, 2020

MAKING SENSE OF MY GRIEF: To have and to hold until death do us part

Few things ever match the excitement of getting married. The joy of the engagement – finding your soulmate with whom you want to spend your life. […]
June 23, 2020

Making sense of my grief: Your death scores an 8 on my Richter scale

Size matters to me. The size of a teaspoon for the ‘just right’ measurement of coffee. Thesize of the mug. I do not like cups. They […]
June 22, 2020

MAKING SENSE OF MY GRIEF: Death sucks!

Friday night was our pizza and movie night. The night before you died we had pizza and watched the old movie of Forrest Gump which we […]
June 19, 2020

MAKING SENSE OF MY GRIEF: I lost my fragrance

I loved wearing Issey Miyake perfume. To remember the name was a struggle. Eventually, I linked it to a Kawasaki motorcycle – both are from Japan… […]
June 17, 2020

Making sense of my grief: I need scaffolding

Making sense of my grief: I need scaffolding I remember a day in 1979 when I studied social work, and our lecturer taught us that youmight […]
June 17, 2020

MAKING SENSE OF MY GRIEF: Death is a wobble

It is two days after I found you dead. There was some unavoidable laundry to be done. The washing machine flooded the kitchen floor on my […]
June 9, 2020

MAKING SENSE OF MY GRIEF: Lazarus come forth!

John 11:4 When Jesus heard that Lazarus was sick, He said: “This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God, that the Son […]