Tagged personal loss

Pockets of Continuity

Edit contact: Jen Delete Yes No No 36 years old, I can’t believe you are gone. I found your obituary on the Internet after googling to see what you were up to, not having been in touch for a while. Edit contact: Mum Delete Yes No No Five years And I still can’t do it.…

The Same Order

He comes into my coffee shop five days a week. It’s always the same order: double espresso with a wave of chocolate syrup on top. It’s always the same look: a button-down flannel with a white t-shirt under. Faded jeans. Sometimes he sits outside while he has his coffee. This morning he brought a dog.…

Nothing You Could Have Done

It really did feel like coming home. Not just the idea of it, but the feel. It was the heat as I left the cool airport air-conditioning. It was the smell of eucalyptus wafting down to me as I made my way to the taxi rank, my bag heavy with useless, winter clothes. It was the lilt in…