Changing trains

I'm afraid it's just a short one tonight. I'd love to say that I'm jumping off the grief train and jumping aboard the 'getting my head back in the game' train... but really it's like when you have to change...

As Death gives way to Victory

As I sit here prepared to type this out.... I am actually not that prepared to be honest.  This is a really special thing to be blogging about, something I'd love to keep to myself and the very few people...

💚 My dear Dad’s Eulogy 💚

Dad was born in Ipswich on 6th Dec 1949. He was the 5th child of Sam & Freda.  He is survived by two older brothers, and two older sisters. When Dad was 2yrs old, Grandad, who was a Baptist minister,...

Deep Grief is the price of Deep Love

I've survived over 2mths without Dad, and I'm still surprised when I wake up each morning and I don't collapse under the pain of it.  Don't get me wrong, the pain is far far less consuming that it was weeks...