“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom”. Anais Nin When something of such magnitude happens, it becomes a…
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I have often asked myself why I like the mist. Days when time seems to stand still and the edges of the world soften. On days like these, I am happy with the state…
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“Those are tears in my back,” I thought. “The tissues and muscles are knotted up with all my sadness.” Many people say that labour is the most intensely physical experience there is. For me, the physical…
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You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming.. That’s where I’ll be waiting. Parkes (1969) who has studied grief in humans and its equivalent in animals has…
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55 hours. I wanted to stretch those moments out until they bent and snapped. Even in the finality of death, and all that came afterwards, I wanted to linger in every final stage. In…
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“Sometimes our own stories are the hardest ones to tell. But if they are not told, they become something else. Forgotten.” Words have always held a fascination for me, the rhythm, the rise and fall,…
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Grief is a bit like stepping from island to island. It comes in waves and we try to hold on with love until we get to the next island, to the next moment of…
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“Never replacing. Replacement is not in your vocabulary. You are only loving more. More and more.” In the hush of our hospital room, there were so many promises that drifted down to Oliver’s ears in whispers. In…