This morning I woke up early. My living is room is quiet and calm, everyone is still asleep. Elliot got up in the middle of the night and came into our bed, he’s still lying there in the middle, sound asleep, leaving Martin roughly 5 centimetres of bed to sleep on and 2 centimetres of… Continue reading On Mother’s Day
Yes, I spoke at her funeral. I wrote a text which I practiced at home and then read in front of the hundreds of people there. I looked away from the people and instead focused on her photo. I was speaking to her, after all, so I spoke to the huge picture of her smiling… Continue reading How Not to Cry
The past few two months have been very busy. Martin mentioned a little while back that it seemed I hadn’t written anything for quite a while. Actually, what he said was “Hey, how come you never write anymore”. (“Hey” is our nickname for each other. You know, like some people say “honey” or “babe” ?… Continue reading United we stand.