The Unimaginable

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.
-C.S. Lewis
To describe how it feels to learn your child’s death is imminent is far beyond my abilities. To say that it completely alters the fabric of your being and your perceptions is a clumsy understatement. To live with the knowledge that there’s an immense possibility that you will exist without your child is inconceivable. But it’s important that I try to describe it. Not just for myself, but for the many parents who live with this burden.

Spells and Potions

I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars. Og Mandino Today I watched some of Disney’s Little Mermaid with India. She was feeling sad so I lay in bed with her, counting to myself every time her head dropped and…

One in Seven Billion

One in Seven Billion “It’s so curious: one can resist tears and ‘behave’ very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer… and…

The Girl In The Tower

“Yeah we all shine on, like the moon, and the stars, and the sun.”
–John Lennon
Rapunzel is my favourite fairy tale. I used to spend hours when I was four years old pretending to be her. I’d dress up in my mother’s prettiest nightgown, stick a pair of my tights on my head and stand on the sofa waiting for the prince to rescue me. Much of the story’s allure was its imagery: the tall grey tower without a door, the full moon illuminating the witch’s walled garden filled with rampion, the dense verdant forest where the prince hunted. Then, of course, there was Rapunzel, lonely and bored, passing her days singing and combing her endless golden curls.