The Silence.
I’ve been quiet on here. Like, properly quiet. The kind of quiet where you start to wonder if the bloke who used to word-vomit his feelings onto the internet every few weeks has finally run out of things to say.…
Just A Dad
A life evolved
Well fuck me. Here I am at 49 still wondering wtf has happened, wtf is going on and wtf will happen next. A crystal ball would struggle to pluck a single prediction from the permutations and combinations that present on…
Autonomy; the double edged sword of solo parenting
I often spout about a major benefit of not having partner is that I get to make all the decisions. I get to choose what to watch on netflix. I choose dinner. I choose things to do. I decide if…
The glass is half full at 45
So at 2am today I officially became closer to 50 than 40. Yep, my 45th birthday on this planet. My 46th year of navigating this physical existence called life. What a ride.. Birthdays in your 20s, and for most if…
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)…
Dad or rockstar. The impossible battle.
I love a surf. I love a drink (or ten). I truly feel like I am eternally 30 something. I quite enjoy pushing the socially assumed limits of acceptable behaviour for a 40 something grown man. I have always been…
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…
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…
Living in survival mode sucks balls.
On Friday at kinder Albi ate a marigold seed, as one does when your 5. Unfortunately, however, the seed is now firmly stuck in his throat and we are now, 3 days later, sitting in emergency waiting to see a…
Let’s do this together
Let’s do this together I get alot of messages from followers regarding my articles. Some are simple thanks for being able to identify with my words. Some are feelings of connection. Some are welcome advice. And some, if not most,…
What ifs can get fire trucked
In light of our recent, er, escapade, my sporadic insomnia has returned. Not the usual pointless ideas buzzing around and keeping me awake. Nor are the thoughts of innumerable chores or standard worries of being a bloody parent keeping the…
So busy Dadding that I forget me
Shared a post from a fellow widower just recently that has really given me pause. He made a point of urging people not to leave it too late to seek a significant other to share your life with. Raising children…