Reflections from my grandfather’s deathbed

The phone buzzed away - my dad ringing, it was out of character for him to call at this time, he would know I was just home from work having dinner. It had to be bad. Grandad’s health had declined overnight and was now he was in a vegetative sleeping state - he might have … Continue reading Reflections from my grandfather’s deathbed

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Writing your life story

I have started writing my life story. Just by writing that statement it feels strange and narcissistic.  To write your life story you have to be a celebrity or achieve something right? But I have been motivated to do this indirectly by family. I was over at my grandfather's listening to his old stories - … Continue reading Writing your life story