Tag Archives: grief

For my father

Twenty years ago, this evening, I walked – well half ran – into a room along from the front desk in a hospital. Escorted by staff whose response I will never forget, as soon as I tentatively said his name I was rushed down a corridor and … Continue reading

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My own personal theme park ride

I’ve written already of the twists, turns and emotional roller coaster of matching, along with the endless waiting throughout the journey. I am not sure, all the same, that the particular theme park ride I seem to have been thrust … Continue reading

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The biscuits: my very first social worker visit

The house is tidy. The paperwork neatly prepared on the table. My Mum and I are making  conversation in a kind of slightly tense kind of way – and doing extra bits of tidying away. The kettle is boiling (possibly … Continue reading

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His story

I mentioned in my last post that the day before I had arranged to see the social worker last month I had some really difficult news about the death of a young friend. This is a post about that lad … Continue reading

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