Grandad didn’t say much. A carpenter, a handyman, he was the person you turned to get things done. He was the strong, silent type. But I know what he loved. He loved his God, he loved his wife, he loved his family. How do I know? Because, to Grandad, love was an action, not just […]
A blue teddy reminded me that and previous grief and loss doesn’t stop during global pandemics.
Her number is still in my phone but if I call her she won’t answer. She’s dead. It’s still fairly recent. Within the last 7 days. I spoke to her husband only today on the playground and we mentioned the funeral next week. He said it was kind of us to come. Is it? I […]