Grief isn’t just about death.
We grieve anything we lose.
A person, a stage of life, a role, a possession, a belief.
Unthinkable separation. 33 more words
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At this exact moment I am one exam, six days, one-hundred-and-fortyish hours away from the end of fifteen wild weeks in Ireland. It’s also the last Monday, my last Irish trip, and the second to last blog that I will write as part of this series (and yes, you would be correct in recognising that I made a mistake in my previous post).