When Leo died, one of the first 'plans' we made was to get away from it all, and go on a holiday. We discussed going somewhere that wasn't already on our list, because we actually wanted to enjoy going to those places, and also somewhere we'd probably never go again, but could if we wanted too. … Continue reading When Life Gives You Lemons, but You Hate Lemonade
An image came in my head last night when I was attempting to get to sleep as an anaology for life now, life after stilllbirth, after Leo. Lost. I would explain it as using an hundred year old map of your home town to find the brand new coffee shop. With a compass pointing south. … Continue reading Lost. An Analogy.
We've started dancing in the kitchen again. Listening to the radio. Making dinner. Busting out some embarrassing moves. Letting go. I guess from outsider looking in, there are two responses to such frivalous carefree joyful behaviour just two short months since Leo died. 1. How can you possibly feel enjoyment? If I was you, I'd … Continue reading Dancing in the Kitchen