Frances

It’s been a while since I’ve written. This is an obituary for my dear Frances which I wrote for the Church of England Newspaper. It was written for that specific context but still, I hope, captures in some way my relationship with her and the fact that I miss her. “In everything that touched John…

The last of the firsts?

“How’s your mum?” Caught somewhat off guard, I realised it was the first time I’d been asked that question since. A whole year had passed yet it was the first conversation I’d had with someone who had known, but didn’t know. Someone who had last seen Mum the best part of twenty years ago but…

Good Friday

It’s Good Friday. I’m back from a precious few days of holiday in sunny southern Spain (where they do Holy Week in style) and I’m preparing for Easter. Good Friday and Easter: life and death, mortality and eternity, separation and hope. Memories of Easter Day in hospital with Mum last year. Communion at her hospital…

Sprout time: when I miss Mum the most

“I thought that sprout time and choirs would be the hardest”, said John, my brother. Yes, he’s right. This is the time I miss Mum the most. Christmas Eve, 3pm. The time I always made every effort to be with Mum. Dad would’ve dutifully found Radio 4 and we’d have checked and double-checked that the…

Matt

It reminded me of the time that I got knocked over by a wave. With rising panic, I found the surface and came up gasping for air, only to breathe in nothingness. My wet hair, plastered across my face, stopped the air from filling my lungs and the next wave forced me back under water…

My Etsy shop – finally!

Finally got round to selling my handmade cards. Named my Etsy shop after my much-loved and much-missed mum, Caroline, who died in April 2017. She always encouraged my creativity and I dedicate my miscellaneous arts and crafts to her. And besides, I’ve got to do something with all the cards I made during those horrible…