When I decided to start writing, it was the first piece I wrote. It just flowed out onto the keyboard, but I didn’t think it would be a great note to start my blog off on, unless I was after sponsorship from Kleenex. It means a lot to me to be able to write about the death of my dear father and the hilarious (and sometimes painful) reactions of the bear. This is the last picture I took of him and such a lovely memory, that’s mine to keep and share with the bear.
I’ve realised children can be the best tonic for grief. Yes, it’s hard to keep them alive in the early days of grief – I struggled to remember to feed the bear and bed time was either hurried or hugely late. But you muddle on through and it’s their smiles, silly questions and their need of you ultimately that yanks and thrusts you, with sticky fingers, back on track.
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