Who Am I?
I have written all my life. Writing helps me to make sense of a world I often don’t understand. Poetry is my supreme solace, closely followed by literature and music.
When my son ended his life in 1999 I embarked on the most difficult journey of my life, my grief journey. To survive in this unknown, harsh landscape I had to write. It was for me, the only way I could even begin to move forward. Then in 2009 my darling husband died suddenly and so my journey continues. I write about other issues but because of my life experience, grief and death are continuing themes in my writing life. In our culture I believe there is a fear of death, an inability to accept the inevitability of our mortality, and this creates enormous difficulties for the dying, the bereaved and those around them.
I also live daily with the growing limitations of chronic illness. As I live the slow slipping away of my independence, I grieve the loss of simple pleasures I once took for granted. I have no fear of death, but the thought of losing my ability to perform the most basic of my personal needs terrifies me. Grief is not owned by death.
I have begun this blog in the hope I will create a small ripple in the pond of fear that is currently drowning the reality of mortality and grief. I will continue to skim the stones of my truth, watch them bounce, and see how many ripples I can make.