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In most of my posts I focus on the aftermath rather than the origin story of my sons. In reality it is no longer possible to separate the two. The story of their lives is inverted in their death. This post was originally intended to be the ‘happy story’ of the beginning (“when we were…

Guest Post: Ana – The bewildering benefits of loss

Ana is a psychologist and academic nomad. She is the mother of Luca, born in March 2011, and Nadia, who passed away at birth in October 2015. Upon finding out that Nadia will die, Ana received remarkable care and support from a palliative care team in Oxford, UK. Her experience will be published on Aeon soon….

#SandsAwarenessMonth: What Sands means to me

As you will have seen from the blog header and Twitter profile, June marks #SandsAwarenessMonth. This is an opportunity to raise awareness of charities like Sands that offer help and support for bereaved  parents and their families, friends, colleagues and the health care professionals affected. Charities like Sands, Tamba and Tommy’s are helping families bereaved…

All of my demons, they are kept within

I’ve been thinking a lot about demons and the many forms they can take and the functions they serve.  It was reading Survivors’ Club that did it. I’ve always been fascinated by the occult; one of my favourite books is a battered boot sale copy of The Black Arts by Richard Cavendish that covers the…

This door is locked

This post is inspired by two WordPress daily prompts; Locked and Abandoned Locked As a die hard Silent Hill fan the word locked instantly brings to mind the familiar refrain of the game: The lock is jammed.  This door cannot be opened. The phrase serves two purposes.  One, it means not having to create time…

Max and Ruby: A ranty interlude

Blame pinkpearbear.  She, like abioborne, encouraged me in this!  The Glasshouse Girls also share part of the blame.  As well as encouraging my more sober, reflective side they also fanned the flames for this one. My last rant on the terrible Paw Patrol show remains bizarrely popular and I almost feel sorry for the people…

The weeks gone bye – A musical post

I have had a week in Center Parcs with family enjoying the mixed delights of the swimming pool, pizza making sessions, hijacked bowling, an ever so slightly Psychoville children’s entertainer and the ever present black hole sucking away all of the money on pleasant but heavily marked up to the point of criminality restaurants and food…

In defence of childish things

When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things I’ve always hated that phrase.  It’s one that gets deployed with glib glee when confronted with something that doesn’t meet with approval.  It’s judgement…