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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…

Dolls, snowflakes and badges: The Third Rule of Grief Club

“I don’t know what to say” This is something I’ve been thinking about a lot in response to the questions raised by Ana’s posts and our discussions. It’s one of the most common refrains heard by the bereaved.  It’s an honest response that can sometimes land badly.  Saying it can feel weak.  An irreversable shift…

Werewolves, whirlpools and the first rule of Grief Club

I agree with a lot of what Ana wrote in her insightful guest post The Right Way to Grieve.  She writes eloquently about an issue that the bereaved know only too well. The first rule The principle of ‘there is no right way to grieve’ is the first rule of grief club.  It is a…

A musical interlude: Six, Six (Oh) Six

This week marks 10 years since my last gig.  At the time I didn’t know this.  I hadn’t clocked any suggestions that things weren’t working or I had done anything monumentally terrible or a series of small infractions leading to an unceremonious ejection. On this I have form in a classic wood for trees sense….

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…

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…

A tricky question: Values or friends?

As with my Saving Babies’ Lives post this one started off as a long detailed post taking a mundane event as a jumping off point. I then use it as an opportunity to over think it, agonise over drafting and awkwardly try and shoehorn references to The Lucifer Effect, Abu Ghraib and Morecombe Bay and the…

This week’s best blogs – 1 April 2016

As part of the #5for5 Challenge I committed to taking part in at least 5 link ups a week and reading / commenting on at least 5 posts a day.  Through doing this I have found brilliant writers and lots of support, encouragement and kindred spirits. By way of a progress update to make sure…

Brilliance in Blogging: Thank you for your consideration

This is the obligatory blog awards post inspired by the many other blog award posts on the topic.   Special mention goes to DIY Daddy for his post on whether awards are just a popularity contest.  His post and the comments in response to it helped make my mind up as to what I wanted to…