As Told By Aly Kat

Mommy loves to tell the story of the day I was born.  As soon as I was all cleaned up and looking beautiful, they handed me to my Daddy.  Of course, I was yelling my fool head off as babies tend to do.  He smiled, patted my rear, and snuggled me close. 

Safe and Tucked Away.

My locket became an important talisman for me to wear when grief crushed the life out of me. The subtle gold heart became an important symbol that my mum existed, and that once I was happy. My locket became my mum’s way to witness my life as I lived it.

Updates to The Grief Reality!

We cannot express enough that our blog means the world to us. When we started this page, we just needed an outlet to express our pain and loss. Two years on, we have 4,000 followers across all platforms, and we are completely blown over by it. We cannot thank you enough for all your support.

Growth #2: Forgiveness

I do not see myself as a problem. I do not need to be fixed. I think I am a puzzle piece that ended up in a bag of mixed up puzzle pieces, who are simply trying to work out what the riot of reds, a sweep of blues, and garish purples amount to. It’s a hard job for anyone to do, really.

As Told By Ingrid

Thank you Ingrid, and thank you to everyone who allows us to share their posts about grief. Make sure you go on over to Ingrid’s blog to check out the rest of her content, and please let us know via email or our “contact us page” if you’d like to share something about grief on our blog. Everyone grieves and here at The Grief Reality, we want to normalise the conversation.