October 14. Three years since I held your hand. I’m wearing your beige sweater. It was your favourite, or at least the one you wore most often. You did love your beige, didn't you? The label says it’s cashmere and made in Italy, but it’s still itchy. It also still...
"She's our Christmas Eve baby," Mum would say with pride as if she had planned the whole thing. She hadn't. But Christmas was her favourite holiday. The house didn't change much. Just the artificial tree in the living room and a few colourful lights strung around the...
"How much do I love you?" I asked with a smile. His cloudy eyes met mine as he slowly spread his hands as wide as possible. "That's right, Dad - to the moon and back, forever and always." He tried his best to lift the corners of his mouth into the smile that lit up...
It's a natural desire to offer words of comfort to someone grieving, but most of us struggle because no such words exist, and with only the best intentions, we can say the wrong thing, like: They're in a better place. Even if they believe that to be true, it doesn't...
There is so much grief floating around - grief that has nowhere to land. My heart breaks for all the broken hearts and so I created this 10 minute Meditation of Remembrance to help you feel what needs to be felt, say what needs...