Today marks two decades since I married the love of my life. Twenty years. The number hangs in the air, heavy with memories, yet surprisingly…
Sixteen years. When I say that number out loud, it still feels both impossibly long and, at the same time, like just yesterday. Sixteen years…
Today marks 19 years since I became Mrs Ryan. And much like every year when this day comes around, I am feeling quite sad that…
Today marks 15 years since my husband’s death and that means I am doing a lot of reflecting. Some of that reflection is about the…
Today marks two years since my mother died and I am still heartbroken. She was my friend as much as my mother and her absence…
Today marks 18 years since I became Mrs Ryan; since I laughed my way into a happy marriage as the Priest placed “odds” on our…
Another year has passed without my beloved husband and my heart aches from his absence these 14 years. Yes, the pain is softer now. But…
It’s been a year since my mother died. A year without her laughter. A year without her smile. A year without her friendship. It’s been…
With 2022 quickly making an exit, it’s time for my annual goal wrap-up and review. And then, I am ready to move on! My overarching…
It’s been a year since my last Skype call with Mum. It was a “short” call lasting just 2 hours 33 minutes and 39 seconds.…
A month ago, I woke to the sad news that my dear friend didn’t wake up. The news came as a shock, and I wanted…
I spent the weekend camping along the Northumbrian Coast in northeast England and I am feeling relaxed and rejuvenated now. It was a nice way…
My mother’s funeral was yesterday. It began with a Rosary and ended with rifle fire. Just the way she would have wanted it. It’s still…
Today marks 17 years since I became Mrs Ryan. And despite the absence of Mr Ryan, I like to mark this day as it was…
A few days ago, I shared a post about my mother and what she meant (means) to me. But she wasn’t just my mother, she…
On Tuesday, 29 April 1947, my mother was born. Sadly, on Monday, 24 January 2022, she died. That means that she is not here with…
It’s now been 13 years since my beloved husband, Paul, died suddenly and unexpectedly. It’s a strange feeling, being this far from the immediate grief…
Trigger warning: This post recounts my time with my mother in the last hours and moments of her life. It might be an upsetting or…
Today, I am 48 years old. And today hurts. Not because I’m 48, but rather because I am now officially older than my late husband.…
I arrived home in Scotland yesterday, a month later than my initial plan. Home, and heartbroken… My holiday was meant to be a wonderfully happy…