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Five years. Five years ago today, I was a wife at breakfast and a widow by lunch – actually, by morning coffee. Sitting here this morning in my dressing gown, typing this post, a mug of tea by my side, it seems both a lifetime ago and yet only yesterday. I didn’t believe that I would […]
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I don’t know about you, but I absolutely detest deliberately ambiguous Facebook status updates. According to Urban Dictionary there is a phrase for it: vague booking which is described thus: An intentionally vague Facebook status update that prompts friends to ask what’s going on, or is possibly a cry for help. However much I like my Facebook friend, […]
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Those of you who follow Planet Grief through the Facebook page will know that I lost the Christmas cards that I bought earlier this year. It wasn’t that I was feeling particularly organised in August, but I was in a shop when I spotted cards with dachshunds on them, so I bought the lot, put them away, and then when […]
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Many years ago, I knew a woman whose aunt and uncle would suddenly yell out in mid-conversation, ‘DIN!’ whereupon one of them would rush out of the room or the house or wherever they happened to be. I only heard about this strange behaviour, I never actually witnessed it, but for years before JS died […]
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Now, don’t worry, despite the title of this post, I’m not about to start encouraging you to don a pair of yellow Marigolds and get scrubbing with a rectangle of scratchy foam and some Jif. Believe me, no one ever got to the end of their life, clasped the hand of their nearest and dearest […]
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When nosing about on Facebook, I am always struck by how much posing and pouting girls seem to do nowadays. Like a peacock trying to impress a mate, it’s all out there on show: moist lips parted, perky pushed boobs out, shoulders pulled back, tummy sucked in, all whilst wearing something that could easily pass for a nightie. […]
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‘He’s watching over you.’ I’ll bet you my last Twiglet that there won’t be anyone reading this blog who hasn’t heard that phrase (or a version of it) whilst they were grieving. People still say it to me now, four-and-a-half years after JS drowned. Sometimes, such as when I’m sitting outside a BBC studio wondering how […]
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Don’t you just want to slap someone who, when you are struggling with the uncomfortable fallout of a decision you’ve made, leans towards you with a judgemental face and says gravely, ‘Surely, you must have known what you were letting yourself in for?’ I was sorely tempted to take a swing at this particular smug-mug […]
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