Dear Blacksmith

- previously "Swimming through Clouds" - Reflections following the death of my beloved Blacksmith Paul who died in March 2016, eight months into our relationship. The full story is available in the book, Dear Blacksmith.

Sunday, 10 April 2016

'Let me be to my sad self hereafter kind'

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Let me be to my sad self hereafter kind. When she needs to cry, let her; there's no shame in weeping for all she has lost. When she n...
Saturday, 9 April 2016

If grief had a voice

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I come like a black cloud on a sunny day.  But i'm a cloud with teeth, big teeth - all the better to eat you with my dear.  I chew yo...
Thursday, 7 April 2016

The scent of you

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It's been a month and I haven't changed the sheets yet. If I shuffle over onto your side of the bed, lay my head where yours reste...

What you don't know

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What you don't know is that, for me, it doesn't go away. That grief doesn't just surface when someone mentions his name, or w...

I am not the person I used to be

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I am not the person I used to be. I used to be a daughter, a partner. Within three months, I have lost two of my names. Now I am just a mo...

RIP Paul Harding - my beloved Blacksmith Paul

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My eulogy for Paul It is so hard to sum up a person like Paul in a short space of time: warm, eloquent, funny, kind, wise, philosophical ...

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I used to work for a writer development agency called Writing Yorkshire. A while ago a woman came to see me about a potential project she ha...
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