February 2010
3 posts
No one really tells you how hard it is.
And even if they did, nothing can ever prepare you for it.
The warnings are there but fall on deaf ears until you’re in its midst.
Then the understanding dawns.
For some it creeps up unnoticed.
For others it stares them head on - blinding.
But the essence remains the same.
A perennial paradox.
It is both pain and pleasure permeating the...
Those three words
For as long as I can remember, every phone conversation my mum has ever had with my Lola (grandmother) always ends like this:
I love you.
I love you too!
…
We never tire of hearing those simple words from the ones we love.
Don’t hold back, spread the love.