Kevin

I have been thinking of you so much lately Kev. The thought of "the anniversary of your death" rolling around in a few weeks fills me with absolute dread. Its a funny thing: I usually balk at people taking it upon themselves to commemorate awful occurrences; constantly bringing up all the old hurt and feelings …

Five

A long overdue post … They say that in the newborn phase, the first six weeks or so fly past while you merrily wallow in the punch-drunk baby love haze.  That is also clearly true when one turns five! Happy 5th (and six weeks) birthday Carrie-bear! Baby girl, Now you are five! A full hand, a …

Seven

My big boy! I will admit to having a little cry on the way to work after I dropped you at school this morning, my mind still boggling at how my baby boy is already seven! Still euphoric after a great party, you were excitedly greeted by the friends that joined us yesterday to celebrate. …

Ten years

My love, Ten years ago, when we both had fewer wrinkles and less responsibility, I read a poem to you on our wedding day. It speaks of love's fragility and of allowing oneself to be vulnerable to another. It speaks of allowing oneself to trust another completely, of unconditional love. {Photos taken on our first …

Nine Years …

The Garden – RUSH (Clockwork Angels) In this one of many possible worlds, all for the best, or some bizarre test? It is what it is - and whatever Time is still the infinite jest The arrow files when you dream, the hours tick away - the cells tick away The Watchmaker keeps to his …

Four…

This time, four years ago, I was running around getting myself organised for the arrival of my baby boy. I had bought most of Woolies' and Pick 'n Pay's online stock so that I wouldn't need to leave the house for a few months while I tended to my new little bundle. I was storming …

Eight years …

On the morning of the 27th of February 2004, I woke up in someone else's bed.  It was early, the sun was barely up, and I had time to reflect on the day that lay before me. In those quiet moments, with nothing but the sound of birds going about their morning routines, I wondered …