Grace Notes on Love & Loss
I’ve been unpacking our life at a new place, it’s weird yet comforting to see our things in the broad daylight hanging in a new home.
Thank You Hachi you’ve been loyal right to the end.
I hear you.
I see your smile everyday.
Hachi’s mouth is bleeding on the walk today.
The tumour is growing and yet he’s showing signs of enjoyment.
People often ask me if Francesco had shown any symptoms or signs prior to his heart attack.
I’ve been feeling low, so low.
Where did the feelings of love go?
We might never understand it and we might all try to avoid it but what I’m learning is that it’s nothing to fear.
A spiritual balm envelopes us in such times.
Today my mummy returned to Ireland.
I’ve been lying on the beach trying to recalibrate.
My Mummy is on her way to Italy.
I’m about to see her here at the airport.
Is it possible to be free in the face of illness, loss or death?
Yesterday I had a call with a lovely client who recently lost her father, she was experiencing some low moods and innocently the people around her tried to help by reminding her she was grieving.
Last night I got angry with Francesco for leaving.
I hadn’t realised how much I’d pinned my feelings of well-being on being with him.