Grief is grief. There are no Grief Olympics were families and friends compete for the prize of feeling the most shit about losing the person they loved. Posting “RIP” on Facebook does not make you better or worse than someone who doesn’t. Continue reading
I wrote this story when I was doing my Bachelor’s of Arts. My father had struggled with rheumatoid arthritis for several years. He was always a fit and strong man and his arthritis stole a lot of his movement. It’s perhaps a weird homage to pay… to someone’s feet. I’m publishing this story on what … Continue reading
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