as someone so wonderfully said, and yet it’s very common for us to avoid it like the plague, death, that is. It’s going to happen to us all and yet on the whole we just don’t want to look at it, talk about it, think about it or even entertain the idea of its existence.… Continue reading Life is a fierce business, no one gets out of it alive.
Tag: death
silent stories #13
what I’d tell my younger self
There were a few things that came up today in my bereavement writing group, as they often do, mostly around wisdom which funnily enough I have something about that written on my whatsapp profile – ‘Self reflection is the first condition of wisdom’ (attributed to Plato, possible ripped off from Aristotle?). There’s often various intertwining… Continue reading what I’d tell my younger self
10 days. 3 hits. to my beautiful dead family
It made a change to have a Christmas card making session at the Write Out Loud and I wasn’t initially too fussed about it. I felt like I would’ve preferred to be writing but unexpectedly it gave me a pleasant surprise, and that was the conversations that took place between us that just wouldn’t have… Continue reading 10 days. 3 hits. to my beautiful dead family
