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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 […]

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 […]

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… […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

I opened my Bible to Job 30:31 “My harp is turned to mourning, and my flute to the voice of those who weep.” You went home […]

MAKING SENSE OF MY GRIEF:  YOU PREPARE A TABLE BEFORE ME Last night I had dinner for one.  I picked the serviettes you chose for Christmas.  […]

Making sense of my grief:  Star gazer I bought you a telescope for your 50th birthday and lost you to the stars. The scientist in you was […]