Feeling the Love at Cascob
I'm revisiting a place (rather than a post) this week...
LOSING MY SON TO SUICIDE: Hope Healing and Joy
Grief writer, finding hope and purpose after losing a child to suicide
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When it's Time to say YES
View taken on a walk along the Drovers’ Path on a previous trip to the Shepherd’s Hut
Why the words we use matter...
Forever Forward were the two words I’d seen on the side of a bus which I referenced at the end of my previous post.
Moving Forwards
into our new life...
Darkness and Glimmers of Light...
Me and Dom at The Wagon (the same holiday I referenced in my last post.) I think he was genuinely happy, I know I was.
Guilt...and losing a child to suicide
Dom happily relaxing with a beer, at The Wagon.
This Club that No One Wanted to Join
I remember taking this photograph a little over a year after my son died.
Finding (a Kind of) Peace
We’ve all got our own experiences of feeling at Peace.
The Heavy Weight of Complicated Grief
Carefree me, smiling for the camera, taken on a trip to the Yorkshire Dales in 2016
The Significance of Signs
This photo of my son Dom was taken on a local walk, and is still one of my favourites (the picture and the walk itself.) Being in beautiful surroundings with my dog, and returning to places where Dom walked previously with me, was a go-to form of therapy in the very early days after he died.