I’ve been in the hospital with my daughter for the last 2 days. A little surgery. Poor girl.
She came out of the operating theatre yesterday evening, placed in the recovery room, her small little body wrapped in some kind of foil-like thing, which I later found out was some kind of hyperthermia blanket system that...
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You got any hair gel I can borrow? he asks me.
Wtf? I don’t use hair gel, I retort. You know that.
My hair looks like shit, he says.
OK fine, I’ll see what I can do.
I shuffle to my Dad’s bathroom and find a still-full tub of Brylcreem hair gel, dandruff control. I stand there for a...
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It was the kind of sunlight you’d only imagine in the movies. But it was there, picking up the dust motes from the air, lightly framing the legs of a wooden chair. It peeked through the half-drawn curtains.
I stretched in the bed, taking in the wonderful smells that was Him. He was nowhere to be...
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I had forgotten how much I enjoyed reading Pablo Neruda’s poetry.
Today, I picked up “The Poetry of Pablo Neruda” once again. The last time I read it was on 13 August 2009, the night before my Daddy died. Sitting in the isolated room by his bedside, holding his swollen, yellowed hand as I read, tears...
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Two days ago, I went to my favourite blue-and-yellow Swedish furniture giant store, Ikea. With my time at the firm coming to an end, I had some serious packing and clearing up to do. I wanted to buy some nice patterned boxes that I could re-use, and some scented candles. So I parked my car,...
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It has been 41 days now. How time passes by, in the twinkling of a star.
People see me today, full of compassion and concern. They ask me, are you ok? And they look at me with their sad puppy-dog eyes, rubbing my arm. And what am I to say? I should tell them the truth....
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Dear Roxy,
Does the pain ever go away? I think it never does. The pain remains as a constant niggling sensation, eating away at you every single day, until one day, it ceases to be a primary feeling, and diminishes into something less intense. But it still remains nevertheless. A sudden smell, thought, sound, a distant...
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He knew everything there was to know about the world. He was so knowledgeable, it astounded me. I truly believe until today, that he knew all the answers to every question I had. He was widely-read, wise, terribly smart. He possessed all this intelligence and knowledge without a shred of pride, with the longing to...
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My brother and I had been arguing about some remarkably silly trivial thing. Toys, or something. Growing up, with only a 2 year gap in our age differences, we loved each other with a ferocity only siblings know- but we also fought intensely. As the older child, and the generally more bookish one, I was...
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He came to me in a dream last night. For a short while, he was alive- still with a yellowed pallor, still weak, still in the hospital gown. But he was conscious. Sitting on a bed. And he could speak. In this dream, he had come back from the land of the dead.
I sat beside...
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