My Village is freaking amazing
I have no actual words to describe my ‘village’ other than amazing. My parents live the best part of 6 hours away. Pete’s parents are 8....
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The façade of having it under control
I have to admit that at the minute, I'm attempting to fool myself and everyone around me. It’s the façade of having it all under control....
How ashes turned into a conversation about butts
When I cremated Pete, I didn’t ever expect discussion with the children to turn to whether they were smelling their father’s butt or not....
There has to be rum and pork belly ...
The day of Pete's funeral was the most bizzare day of my life. I kind of feel like for most of it, it was an out of body experience and...
Writing a eulogy is hard, but it's easier than delivering it
When I was planning Pete's funeral, there seemed to me to be no apparent reason as to why I wouldn't speak about him. I absolutely...
A wedding anniversary on my own
When we were married in the Conargo Church on Easter Saturday, March 26, 2005, and we uttered the words ‘till death do us part’ neither...
I honestly have no idea what I'm doing
I have learned that widowing is just like being a first time mother: You have no idea what you’re doing. There is no instruction book to...
Pete's legacy cat
Pete hated cats. We now own a giant one called Albert. Albert is a Maine Coon cat. One of the biggest domesticated cat breeds in the...
What should a man wear?
Choosing an outfit for your husband to wear in his coffin is much more complex than I had imagined. Casual clothes? Suit and tie? A...
It's as bad as you think it will be
Telling your children their father has died is as bad as you think it would be. It might be worse. I just know I wasn't prepared for the...
The day I became a widow - PART II
PART TWO Once the initial shock is over, time has no place. Hours disappeared. People came and went and coffee and drinks and food were...
The day I became a widow - PART I
PART ONE On January 20 this year, my husband died. Just like that. We had lunch. Less than an hour later, he was dead. When we’d finished...
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