Endings. Beginnings
For something to begin, something must end. For something to end, something must begin.
Endings and beginnings. An endless cycle. We all journey through it, sometimes easier, sometimes so much harder. And sometimes, we get stuck. Stuck in the ending. Stuck in the beginning. Or in between.
Letter to mum
Five weeks after my sister passed away, my mum left under the cover of night, many years of suffering at an end. A brain haemorrhage had taken her voice and paralysed most of her body, and yet she stayed. For my dad. For us.
The gift of choice
I knew when the face of my oldest sister appeared on my phone that death was coming, that it was looking at me through her beautiful brown eyes, that a choice point was being reached.