I'm at the park with 5 of my 12 grandchildren and their father (step to 3, biological to 2). While I'm helping the 17 month old climb up the play equipment, I strike up a conversation with a mother. "Your children are lovely, but what a handful!" "Thanks", I reply, "but I'm Grandma". "Oh, but you don't look old enough to be a grandmother!" Are you giving their mum a break? That's a lovely thing to do." Is she working or just having a nice rest?" I pause before replying. I could just agree with her and change the subject, but my 9 year old granddaughter is standing nearby and I don't want to lie. "Actually no, she died". "Oh.....I'm sorry to hear that." The poor woman is flustered. I don't blame her. She was just being friendly. That was the last thing she expected to hear. And it's the truth. Louise died suddenly in August 2021, just nine weeks after giving birth to he...
A collection of my thoughts about grief, gratitude and the things that make me happy.