It's a bummer when you are not sure what date to remember your deceased little brother on. On reflection, this dilemma is probably not as uncommon as it sounds. A family member is found, passed away, and the question is, did they pass away on the day they were found, or on the day prior, on which they were... Continue Reading →
We tell ourselves stories in order to live
So it has rolled around to mid-August. Those who've experienced grief will probably know I'm not exaggerating when I say: the last 12 months have gone by in a blur. Looking back now, I think it's safe to say that on September 11 last year, the day that I was told my beautiful little brother... Continue Reading →
Pictures of You
I've been looking so long, at these pictures of you That I almost believe they are real The Cure, Pictures of You Since my little brother died suddenly, I've been looking through my photos. I pulled a pile of photos of John out of albums, to use at his funeral, and I haven't got around... Continue Reading →
The Kick Inside
The weather is perfect in Melbourne at the moment. Perfect for my state of mind, that is. The sky is a dull grey, and the weather alternates between downpours of rain and little bursts of sun that seem promising for an hour or so, but then give way to more clouds and, eventually, rain again.... Continue Reading →
Life, in sums
I'm a bit stuck, again. I'm wondering what the hell the point is, in writing anything here. Since my brother died suddenly, it feels as though it is pointless writing anything at all. It doesn't matter what I write, he will still be dead. Apparently. He will still be dead. For a while there, I... Continue Reading →
In-between days
As I drove to work this morning, I wondered, how can the weather have become warm and sunny overnight? Surely it has been cold, rainy, and 14 degrees, for what feels like years - suddenly, or so it seems, today it is 27 degrees! Have I been in such a haze that I missed the... Continue Reading →
Just 3 weeks ago
Today it's three weeks ago that my little brother was last alive. It's only 3 weeks. Sometimes it seems like I've known this for ever, this awful, heavy fact, that my brother has died. It's a huge and awful shock all over again when I realise that only 3 Fridays ago, at this very time, he was probably... Continue Reading →
Blathering About Nothing 