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Posts tagged “Grief

365 Days of Us: Day 6

Posted on March 29, 2016

I’m not sure if anyone took any pictures on Easter Sunday? Easter Bunny did visit though and an Easter Egg hunt was had. But while all that blur was whirring around me I know I didn’t take one. I’m sorry for that. I am sorry for the dark nature of this post and the one preceding it. It should have been a happy one on Easter Sunday. I was reeling from the living nightmare going on around me, around my family, around my beautiful friends living it with us. Watching my husband and his guilt consume him, and feeling the guilt consume me too. Watching our children trying to process it all… the worst. The anger for being in the boat and then the not being in the boat, the…

365 Days of Us: Day 5

Posted on March 29, 2016

This picture was not taken on Day 5. This is Good Friday – Day 4 of 365 Days of Us but I don’t care. Gus was loving life, and cuddles. He loved the dirt and all the excitement of everything new to him. The bush noises at night that required his warbling growls and protective barking while strutting around the tent. I haven’t taken a picture since Good Friday. This is the last picture I took of Gus and this is how I will remember him… forever sleeping. Day 5, Saturday 26th of March. Our beautiful boy Gus will forever be on holiday on the Murray River. Rest In Peace Gus. Gone but not forgotten and so very, very loved.

Decade; heart for a heart.

Posted on March 19, 2015

The smell of coffee draws on many memories for me; lazy Sunday’s with my hubby sipping on homemade lattes; of a busy cafe when I’m catching up with girlfriends I haven’t seen in weeks; of my Pop waiting patiently at the kitchen table for his mug of black loveliness; but more often than not its a memory of my Mum. I can still see her sitting relaxed at the table in the caravan, or out on the front porch sitting in a chair when we moved into our house, menthol ciggie perched between her long nailed fingers, head in a book, she loved to read, puffing away like Thomas and gulping her white-with-one-saccharine-tablet as she flips a page. Fuck I miss her. It’s the…

Peggy

Posted on March 3, 2015

I sat with my mother in-law a couple of days ago, sipping our cuppas and chatting. She’s currently grieving the loss of her mother, Peggy and my heart hurts for her. We are all grieving. We all grieve differently and what is normal to one, is completely alien to another. Death can either bond a family together or rip it apart. You hear it time and time again, and it’s true. Rip or fold. Throw or hold. Peggy lived a long life of ninety one years. She married only once, bore seven children and saw dozens of grand children, great-grandchildren and great, great-grandchildren join the world. The last third of her ninety plus years was on her own after the loss of her husband, Stan aka Grampy. Over the…