That was so lovely Wendy. Thank you for sharing your reflections on your grief and sadness. It is so beautifully written. It has inspired me to maybe open a box or two that have been with me a while now and take a peek inside!
Lovely lovely writing Wendy. The way you write about grief that mixture of deep feeling - a mixture of melancholy and inevitability- I hope your Mum is well. Lots of love x
What a beautifully written post, Wendy. The image of your deep grief carried in your pocket as 'a familiar pain like a beach pebble rubbed under the thumb' is very moving. So sorry to hear about your daughter.
Wendy, thank you for sharing such a private experience of grief so beautifully. I know that feeling of anticipatory grief for a parent all too well. As well as the grief you keep with you for the people who’ve gone. I grew up in Hull, so I’m all too familiar with Castle Hill Hospital. But also the landscape of the Wolds, which you bring to life so tenderly.
This is beautiful, Wendy, and poignant, and so moving. I recognise the moving up the ladder to care for parents; but I felt your words about the loss of your daughter like an arrow in the guts. I'm so sorry. I can't even start to imagine that, as mother of a daughter myself. And so recently your dog too.
That was so lovely Wendy. Thank you for sharing your reflections on your grief and sadness. It is so beautifully written. It has inspired me to maybe open a box or two that have been with me a while now and take a peek inside!
Thank you x
Lovely lovely writing Wendy. The way you write about grief that mixture of deep feeling - a mixture of melancholy and inevitability- I hope your Mum is well. Lots of love x
Thankyou x
What a beautifully written post, Wendy. The image of your deep grief carried in your pocket as 'a familiar pain like a beach pebble rubbed under the thumb' is very moving. So sorry to hear about your daughter.
Thankyou x
This is such beautiful and resonant writing, Wendy. Both gentle and raw. Thank you so much for sharing it.
Wendy, thank you for sharing such a private experience of grief so beautifully. I know that feeling of anticipatory grief for a parent all too well. As well as the grief you keep with you for the people who’ve gone. I grew up in Hull, so I’m all too familiar with Castle Hill Hospital. But also the landscape of the Wolds, which you bring to life so tenderly.
This is beautiful, Wendy, and poignant, and so moving. I recognise the moving up the ladder to care for parents; but I felt your words about the loss of your daughter like an arrow in the guts. I'm so sorry. I can't even start to imagine that, as mother of a daughter myself. And so recently your dog too.
Roselle x
Thank you Wendy. It's so easy to accompany you through these two full days through the invitation of your writing.