Grief Gifts Blog
Grief Comes in Many Forms
Grief doesn’t always look how we expect it to. Sometimes it’s loud and overwhelming. Other times, it’s quiet – a slow ache that follows us through ordinary days.We often think...
Grief Comes in Many Forms
Grief doesn’t always look how we expect it to. Sometimes it’s loud and overwhelming. Other times, it’s quiet – a slow ache that follows us through ordinary days.We often think...
Ceramic Flowers: A Lasting Tribute
Ceramic Flowers: A Lasting Tribute When Words Fall Short When someone we love is grieving, it can be hard to know how to show we care. Fresh flowers are often...
Ceramic Flowers: A Lasting Tribute
Ceramic Flowers: A Lasting Tribute When Words Fall Short When someone we love is grieving, it can be hard to know how to show we care. Fresh flowers are often...
Grief Comes in Waves
Grief isn’t something you get over. It’s not a straight line, and there’s no neat little finish line where the pain disappears. It’s more like the ocean. Some days the...
Grief Comes in Waves
Grief isn’t something you get over. It’s not a straight line, and there’s no neat little finish line where the pain disappears. It’s more like the ocean. Some days the...
Griefy Days
I haven’t felt like doing much this past week or so. No beach walks. No podcasts. No pottering in the garden. Just that heavy feeling. The one where everything seems...
Griefy Days
I haven’t felt like doing much this past week or so. No beach walks. No podcasts. No pottering in the garden. Just that heavy feeling. The one where everything seems...
The Power of Scent: A Fragrance That Brings Her...
Grief has a strange way of catching you off guard. It sneaks up in the quiet moments, the unexpected places, the smallest reminders. For me, it was my mum’s perfume....
The Power of Scent: A Fragrance That Brings Her...
Grief has a strange way of catching you off guard. It sneaks up in the quiet moments, the unexpected places, the smallest reminders. For me, it was my mum’s perfume....
My Mum's Laugh
Today, I realised I can’t remember the sound of my mum’s laugh. In those final years, laughter was so rare. Mental illness clouded her mind, Alzheimer’s gradually stole her joy,...
My Mum's Laugh
Today, I realised I can’t remember the sound of my mum’s laugh. In those final years, laughter was so rare. Mental illness clouded her mind, Alzheimer’s gradually stole her joy,...