New beginnings? Bullshit.
It’s Easter Saturday. Day two of the 4 day break all Aussies get, in celebration of a historical Christian belief that this Jesus dude died for all mankind’s sins (as long as we made the decision to believe in him)…
Grief
Micro-grieving; how to avoid explosive meltdowns.
I recently lost a friend suddenly, unexpectedly and inexplicably. Another beautiful soul taken too soon from this mortal world. Another wasted shining light that will be sorely missed. An unseen heavy right hook connecting hard on my emotional glass-jaw. Yet…
Cheers to the end of survival living.
I’m nearly 4 years into life since Renee passed away. The time has passed incredibly fast, yet has been a long and protracted ordeal at the same time. In retrospect, and not surprisingly, I realise that the those years have…
Change; the necessary thing you don’t want.
I get it. Change sucks the big fat one. Nobody really enjoys stepping out of the comfortable little cocoon we build ourselves. Sure, if everything goes right, the end result can be euphoric and more than justifies the upheaval to…
Only you can make you happy.
OK. So after losing Renee I did what most semi sane people do; Apart from diving head first into several bottles of dark spirits, I joined numerous social media groups dedicated to widows and widowers. 😂 These groups serve a…
Emotional detachment: a survival skill in the search for happiness after loss.
One thing that is both extremely helpful, yet quite unnerving, that seems to have happened over the last couple of years, is an apparent ability to detach myself from the emotion and heartache of losing Renee. Particularly when talking about…
Rosemary McCracken
If there’s anything worse than losing your life partner of 17 years, it’s seeing the big gap they left in their children’s life when they are not there for them day in day out and you can’t make sense of…
Freedom after loss; the poisoned chalice
This one is not only hard to write about but until recently, which you’ll discover shortly, is even harder to admit to myself. I was a devoted husband, father and carer throughout Renee’s fight with kidney cancer. In my mind…
Moving forward or not dealing?
Things seem to be motoring along nicely at the moment, albeit a little too quickly. But I guess that is a conundrum of age; the older you get the faster time seems to go. Anyhoo, I have had some random…
A touch of the dog
Ive been at pains over the last week or two about the fact I haven’t posted anything worthwhile for some time. I’ve internalised the issue and have been beating myself up about it. “But why?” I have pondered. Sure I’ve…
When there’s not enough of you to go around
It breaks my heart on a regular basis. Just a few small words that wrench at the very core of what makes being a solo parent such a tough gig. “I wish we had more time together Dad” Talk about…
Mourning guilt
I haven’t cried in quite some time. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. Doesn’t really matter I guess, as long as I don’t bottle everything up and explode in spectacular fashion one day while at a…