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Tag: grief

Coming home

Posted on August 8, 2016March 21, 2022 by Sarah

I’ve been away. Two and a bit weeks ago Mr C decided I needed a break.  He had snagged himself a job (oh the relief!), and we had a little of the redundancy money left, so he decided to send me back to the UK to where my dad lives.  Just between you and me,…

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The yin and yang of the week that was

Posted on July 8, 2016March 21, 2022 by Sarah

So this is how my week has been: We withdrew Master J from school.  Only a term before the end of VCE, only a term before the end of his entire 13 year career.  We withdrew him because he could take it no longer.  He could no longer endure the place that promised us that they…

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Bearing witness to death is bearing witness to life

Posted on January 29, 2016 by Sarah

The last two weeks have passed in a blur; acceptance into university, preparations for Master J as he enters his last ever year of high school and assisting my mother and father-in-law as they prepare for the end of her life. She isn’t dead.  And it is likely that she will live a number of…

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The ticking time bomb of death

Posted on December 4, 2015 by Sarah

“I have Barrett’s Oesophagus” I look up at Mr C. He has just walked in from being at the gastroenterologist. I am in the kitchen, preparing food. He sits down on the bar stool. “I have Barrett’s Oesophagus,” he repeats. I don’t know what that means. I look quizzically at him. “It’s where the lining…

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THERE IS NO TIME LIMIT ON GRIEF

Posted on July 8, 2015 by Sarah

Where do I begin? How do I talk about how I am feeling, without appearing like I am going over old ground, wallowing. Who am I kidding. It’s grief. There is no time limit on grief. I normally lock my grief away.  I have locked it deep into my heart in a locked cage in…

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HOW ART CAN HEAL THE SOUL

Posted on May 25, 2015 by Sarah

When I was 13 years old, living in South Africa, I had to do an art exam.  The theme was to create a poster for a veld (pronounced “felt”) fire, commonly known in Australia as a bush fire. I sat at my easel frozen. My classmates stood around me, furiously slopping paint onto the page,…

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HOW TO HELP THE DEPRESSED PERSON

Posted on May 20, 2015 by Sarah

I had a mental breakdown last week. It’s been a long time coming. For too long, I have been ignoring the fact that I just wasn’t dealing with the grief surrounding the death of my mom five years ago.  Five months before her death I had become sober.  I forced myself to pretend I was…

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A LOVE STORY

Posted on February 16, 2015 by Sarah

Good morning my friend, How are you today?  How was your weekend?  Did you celebrate valentines day? Mr C and I don’t really celebrate valentines day per se.  Largely because our anniversary is 2 days later.  Today in fact.  19 years today.  It seems like such a life time of memories to celebrate.  We are…

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DEPRESSION AND HOPE (or rather the lack of it)

Posted on January 28, 2015 by Sarah

It is with some trepidation that I write about my long term relationship with depression. Recently, I have been drawn to people who talk of happiness as a matter of attitude.  People who have had their fair share of struggle, but have looked that struggle square in the face and said “Fuck you!”  Their souls,…

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WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT DEATH AND DYING

Posted on January 15, 2015 by Sarah

Death.  h? It is inevitable.  It comes to us all.  But we don’t like to think about that. Why? Are we afraid?  Afraid to tempt fate, to court the grim ripper for fear he may choose to come too early.  Before we have had chance to live the life we want, the life we struggle…

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