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Thinking about Spencer

Thinking about Spencer.   I am not supposed to be doing this. I am supposed to be studying. But somehow the picture that his owner, Janet, gave me as a thank you for my assistance in his leaving this world, … Continue reading

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Empty Nest

  The Robinia is still recovering from the storm. The edges of its fragile leaves are brown and bruised. It is not how it usually looks in summer. It is autumnal, bedraggled. The Willy Wag tail nest is still there. … Continue reading

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Missing

I think of her everyday. I have a bookmark, made for her funeral, loose in the console of my car. As I drive to work and stop at the lights I handle the glossy card. The picture is of her … Continue reading

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Day Three of Dying

Her piano-playing fingers are swollen. Blue. It is not the hand I know. The one that has done so much touching, grasping, stroking, holding is in there somewhere, beneath the oedema. Today the memory of her bones are gone. The … Continue reading

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Day Two Of Dying

  I go to Myer to buy nighties. They are crisp and new. They are cotton with a delicate flower print. The woman serving me apologises for no one being in attendance at the counter while I was waiting to … Continue reading

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Day One of Dying

I go ahead of the ambulance that is transporting my mother back to the nursing home. Silver Chain has been arranged to come out and deliver the iv antibiotics. In my head I hear the parting words of the physician, … Continue reading

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Tally Ho

  We are on our way to the airport discussing the derivation of the word tally ho. We all thought it meant a flourishing, extravagant Goodbye, said with an English accent and a grandiose waving of the hand. Graham is … Continue reading

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The Days before Day One of Dying

As I take my position by my mother’s nursing home bedside this is what I write in my journal; Day One of Dying. I suspect I am thinking her death will be more drawn out than it is. How many … Continue reading

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When my mother died…

It is Sunday and my mother has been dead for just over a day. We, the bereaved, are in the supermarket getting things for dinner. Because even when someone dies there is food to cook and dishes to wash. We … Continue reading

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Dear Dad

Dear Dad, We want to thankyou for teaching us to dive beneath the big waves, For taking us out on your back through the surf, For carrying us asleep from the Holden to our beds, For making us pull weeds, … Continue reading

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