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nobody loves like a mom.

I hear that there is a difference between Mothers Day and Birth Mothers Day. I remember seeing posts flood my feeds last year as we were a waiting family. 303 more words

Regenerating an overgrown plot - twelve months on...

My Facebook feed reminded me that a year ago, plot 48 had just been mechanically dug and levelled by John and his trusty mini-digger.

I had a blank canvas to play with, albeit once I’d hand dug the ¬†plot again to remove the evil roots of doom, more commonly known as couch grass and bindweed! 242 more words

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A year later. Life after university.

About a year ago I was fast asleep in my uni house, absolutely knackered from an all-nighter in the library, working my fingers down and my brain into overdrive on my dissertation: a feature film script, along with a 5000-word essay on how I would sell my script in the future. 379 more words

One Year After Losing Prince

Yesterday was one year to the day of the death of one of the greatest entertainers that this world will ever know and the greatest genius of this time in my opinion. 130 more words

Reflections of a year.

Exactly a year ago,my life clock broke down.Life turned upside down.My well oiled machine was broken down.Everything seemed wrong and gone.All in a matter of seconds. 533 more words

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Downward Slope

I’ve been stuck in a bit of a weird place this last week or so (even stranger than the place I’ve been in for nearly the past year).¬† 714 more words

Grief

The person who came up with the phrase "time flies when you're having fun" is most certainly spot on. Why time has to drag at a friggin snail pace when going through hard times is just..... well...... dumb. Today marks one year since my Mom suddenly passed. The days that followed are still a blur. When I later read all the texts and messages that people sent offering their condolences, my response, the same as if on auto pilot: "Thank you, I appreciate that, heart emoji." Looking back at the months that followed, 3 memorial services, Dads frequent trips to the ER and eventual surgery that left him immobile for several months, scrambling to find ways to make it financially possible for him to stay in his home....the new reality that the matriarch of the family is gone. It was a dark hole that I felt that I would never be able to crawl out of. I saw no light. No silver lining. Just despair, regret, and utter sadness. I am by nature an optimist, and this new heavy blanket of darkness swallowed me up. My mom frequently quoted me Psalm 30, "Joy comes with the morning." That became my mantra. By the grace of God, the love of my family and dear friends, and some delicious Oregon grapes, (helloooooo Pinot!) I eventually am finding my way back to "the new normal." The level of perspective that is gained with each hardship and tragedy that we endure is constantly broadened . I can now confidently tell you that I'm no weenie. The visual of moms lifeless body isn't on constant replay anymore, and I'm finding myself smiling more when thinking of her. God blessed me with 46 1/2 years with my Mom. For that, I am forever grateful. Happy angel anniversary Mom. I love you.