Mum would love these rainbows.
I cannot wait to be Evee in my new life, and for Katie to be Katie in hers. I am ready for it now.
Betty reached into my soul and brought renewed vigour, emotions and memories out. Thank you, Tiffany McDaniel.
I’m a hoarder of moments, desperate to find gold in paper,
Something that I had missed before, like an echoing smile.
I walk in my loving, sweet Danse Macabre,
My fruitless attempt to make “treasure” worthwhile.
Often we thinking of moving forward in our lives carrying the memory of our person with us. But what does remembrance mean to you? How do you carry them forward?
Despite the fact that I write this isolating in my little room awaiting my PCR result at 01:00 on New Years day, I choose to believe that 2022 is going to be an amazing year. After all, we’ve gotten this far, haven’t we?
Is a nice one.
Usually grief is a concept pushed to the edges of Christmas along with dried out Christmas tree needles and discarded wrapping paper. I had heard of A Boy Named Christmas through flashes on screens in adverts. I thought “boy and mouse; what could go wrong?” Immediately, my heart sank as I discovered the children had lost their mother.
As a child, December was my favourite month. From the 5th to the 9th, using all of my willpower, I used to save up my advent calendar chocolates. On the morning of the 10th, sleepy eyed, I would sit in between my parents as Mum would give me my birthday presents and I would indulge in the chocolates that I had been saving for my big day.
I am looking forward to the photography opportunities, the cold wind and then being cosy and warm indoors. 🤍