Category Archives: Suffering

making sense of the pain

Saying goodbye

It’s a month since we lost him. It’s not the same as losing a child in a busy shopping centre or even a pet who wanders off. Forget the agony of the McCanns, always searching for Madeline or the posters … Continue reading

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Suffer the little children

I found out today – through the wonders of the facebook newsfeed – that not one but two young men I knew as children got married this Saturday.  They are both several years younger than Sam and although of course … Continue reading

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You have Mail

Just this morning it had crossed my mind that I should send Angela Carless some form of electronic Christmas greeting, so seeing her name on my phone at lunchtime wasn’t as surprising as it might have been. Perhaps she was sending … Continue reading

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The day after tomorrow

Here at the end of tired August, life is a little like wading through treacle – so I have decided to blog everyday to keep myself going – and hopefully create some good habits for the coming months! I deliberately … Continue reading

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What’s to come

I will treasure words unsaid, holding to this fragile thread, Tangible and yet unseen, woven deeper and between; I will hope in what’s to come, weary with my senses numb, No injustice to contend in a world that knows no … Continue reading

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Blotting paper

I am so full.  It seems to be my role to simply, silently absorb the knocks and tensions – take them in to my being, suffocate them in the dark, sit on them until they lie still. Whenever Sam is … Continue reading

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Deconstruction

I wake up with pain all over. After 2 pints of husband’s best brew my body is more awake and the ache is concentrated in my jaw and face. The tears collect in a threatening well of misery behind my … Continue reading

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