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Dear Dad… it's Father's day, and you're not here to celebrate with. It's been three months now without you, and it hasn't gotten any easier. The pain has numbed me, I don't think I feel as deeply anymore, or smile as fully. Or maybe I do on the outside, it definitely doesn't feel like it. I so wish we had more time together. Isn't that ironic, when we spend our lives taking time for granted, until of course it runs out. I wish you were here to tell you that I have lost so muc

Massive thank you to you all for being here today, not only just today but for being there in the quiet moments too. I'm very aware that events like this one cause a massive ripple effect, and that for every person who’s been there supporting us, there’s another person there supporting them. An extra special thanks to those who have spent large amounts of time and energy organising today - as well as those who have been there in the most raw moment of grief, and held us anywa

1 month…. I can't believe that it's been a month now without you. One month without hearing or voice, or sharing a hug. One month of the worst nightmare of our lives. One month of numbness, of trying to face each day knowing you still wont be there at the end of it. One month of pain only you could take away. I dont know how I've got through this month from hell, but I still wake up and somehow tasks get done. Somehow I smile - I know you would have liked that. I try to pul

The question that has been asked a billion times already, maybe the only thing that living will never truly know. I know you are gone; so why, then, do I feel you everywhere. I see you smile as clear as if you are standing right infront of me, yet when I open my eyes you are not there. I hear your voice as if you are right at my shoulder, yet I turn around and you are not there. How is it that everything reminds me of you… is it because you are everywhere, or is it becaus

The surface of anything is a simple thing. A surface can be flat, smooth, rough, soft, hard or bumpy. It’s what we see, the initial picture; the face. It’s what we think we understand at a glance. Is that it though? Is life as simple as the surfaces of what is immediately put in front of our eyes. Are we so simple, that we think we understand everything from a glance. The answer is a complicated one Because it depends on the person We can choose to look deeper than the surfac

There comes a time in a girl’s life when she begins her search. Whether it’s after the first disney movie she watches, or after her first encounter of a young boy she asks to borrow an eraser off, or there may not be a specific moment, only a slow motion that builds in momentum. But there is certainly a time, and most young girl will know or remember this time; the time she began her hunt for a fairytale. She searches; for someone to sweep her off her feet and ride away with

I was thinking recently about why I still feel so alone. Why with so many people who love me close by, and with others who have experienced similar situations, do I still feel disconnected. The more I thought, I slowly came to the realization that maybe we will always feel alone. It's almost impossible not to, because the only person that would truly, fully, understand the pain - would be the person who is no longer here. That one relationship, is the one that we would lean o