I was 18, fresh out of school and having the time of my life travelling through Europe one hangover at a time when I got the early morning call. My dad had died.
There has not yet been a day when I don't think of my husband, and there may never be. The glue that holds my heart together hasn't dried, it may always feel tacky to touch. But in taking a deep look I noticed that where there is a scar there has also been healing.
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I have tried my best to ignore the social media posts, the seemingly endless email spam and even the harmless sales assistants reminding me of their Father's Day sale. But it is a day that's hard to escape.
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I had a different close friend with me for each child who helped me hold and soothe them one at a time. I doubted I was strong enough to help them through the pain. Those dear friends held them tight and enveloped them with love and friendship while I sat paralysed with shock and grief.
My dear Dad had a long way to fall. He was a young 61-year-old. A philosophical fellow with a gentle heart. But that all changed after the diagnosis and subsequent treatment.
It's been 10 years, Mum, but I'm starting to feel like maybe, just maybe I can hear your voice again, or echoes of it. It's ever-so quiet, but I'm trying. Sometimes that's all you can do.
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Stillbirth is different to other deaths. No one is going to sit down with you and laugh and talk about the good old times. You can't. And this is the reason we don't talk about it.
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The phone starts ringing as soon as Dr Stephen Wilkinson walks through the door. It's a Sunday afternoon, but not a slow one. He's just returned home from the fourth and final day of the hospital's ne...
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A no-longer-so-little girl I know died today. At the moment, my attention turns to supporting the people left behind; her friends, who are similarly too young to be dealing with this, but are left no option.
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It's been 12 weeks since my Mum died. I found her wallet recently. There was her driver's licence, her credit cards, and exactly $7.05 in coins.
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The attitude towards grief in our society is often one of impatience. Many of us are uncomfortable with accepting our emotions, especially the negative ones. If you think about it, grief is just downr...
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Loss is part of living and most of us have done all this before. People come -- babies are particularly welcome -- and they go. But can our celebrations, our precious times together be the same without a foundation member? Is it worth even trying?
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Last year, we couldn't face festivity. What we had to face was huge and cold, the hardest thing we'd ever admitted: our cherished younger daughter, the quirky little girl who made the wonky angel, was lost to us.
Nature makes you happy. I don't need to tell you that. Neither does science, but studies confirm that time in nature reduces stress levels and cultivates a general sense of wellbeing. What is less understood is what happens if you walk a little further down the trail.