Archive of ‘Grief’ category

I Break Down…and I Pick Myself Up Again

I was broken. My heart was broken, shattered, devastated. My baby boy, gone. I picked myself up. I worked. I created Hugo’s legacy. I picked myself up. Again and again and again. Dusted myself off and kept going, despite the battles, the challenges, the lack of proper support. Fought through the loneliness, the despair, the […] Read more…

Heavyweight Memories

Memories. Things that are remembered. For me: these memories are heavy, an encumbrance, a millstone around my neck. A heavy weight. Memories. Things that are remembered. For me: some memories are happy, and welcome. Other memories, not so much. This time of year is difficult: last Saturday marked Hugo’s second birthday. As much as Martin […] Read more…

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