
Dad – the final chapter
Dad lasted a week in the rest home he was referred to. He died on Tuesday 2nd June, some time between 2-3am. Alone. My biggest fear. No one should die

Dad lasted a week in the rest home he was referred to. He died on Tuesday 2nd June, some time between 2-3am. Alone. My biggest fear. No one should die

I have a deep longing to have a man’s arms around me right now. To know that someone has my back, as I experience the ongoing loss of my father.

It’s February 2050 and I’m sitting in the dappled shade of my grapevine covered pergola. Today is my 85th birthday. Birthdays have always been a time of reflection for me

When our lockdown in New Zealand started two weeks ago, I experienced a cocktail of emotions; fear, calm, sadness, love, grief, compassion, curiosity and uncertainty. My sensitivity radar was in

Earlier this week, I attended the wake and funeral of my father’s best man, a man who, along with his wife, was a stalwart of Northland rugby, a real community

I have heard it said that sensitive people make good facilitators. I assume this is because they are able to tune in to what is really going on in a
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