Tag: grief
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Paying it Forward

When my fourth son was eleven he was a hellion. I was a solo Mum by then, working all the time – working. One day he was seen skateboarding down the hill from our house at speed, in the middle of the road, wearing my big black coat and carrying a petrol can – while…
Cecilia Mary Gunther
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Ni Ni Mama

We all get to die. This is one of the truths we try very hard not to look in the face. In fact we will say Pass Away, or Passed or Gone. But the truth is these poor bodies we wear when we are dancing, will one day stop dancing at all. They cannot go…
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Hiding out from the Rain and the Story of Daisy’s name
And then it poured! Isn’t this grand, I said to the animals as they stood at their doors watching the rain come down. Sometimes on rainy days we tell each other stories. Daisy wanted to know why she had been called Daisy. It all started with a rainy day I said to Daisy. With the…
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Sitting in a laundry basket of wet washing – a story
Yesterday my blog reading took me from one page to another and eventually led me to one of my own stories. I am not sure what it illustrates or why it started to peck at the inside of my head until I wrote it out but yesterday it became demanding so here you are. This…

