The little things that help
When crisis hits, people want to be helpful but don’t know what to do. It’s often best to ask someone who does.
Snow Day
And so now, what of the snow? We awake to see the ground covered and the flakes still falling. It’s crisp layer only seems to amplify the silence in the house, a soft blanket of sadness.
It’s coming on Christmas
Christmas is so often about the gaps, the ones we try and mask with tinsel and hope that the dim light of the tree means we can’t see too clearly what is missing: the people we have lost, the life that we ordered.
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About Me
I am Louise
I am a writer and a mother of two boys. The eldest, Fred, died from Acute Lymphoblastic Leukaemia in May 2020, aged 14.
This is designed to be a place to provide comfort, support and a window into childhood illness, bereavement and grief in all its forms.
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