Better to have loved and lost…

Anyone who has loved and lost a pet knows the heartache this can cause.

In these times of social distancing and isolation, pets are even more important to us. I’ve been thinking a lot about my precious dog who we lost just before Christmas and wanted to pay tribute to her and all the pets who change our lives every day…

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You came to me when it was cold, but you were warm

Your eyes, defiant, black and offering me strength

The strength of a puppy, assured, knowing.

We rubbed along, you and me. I trained you, you trained me. I loved you and you loved me.

But I knew I was chosen, special. Your heart was not easily opened and you used those eyes to burn an indelible path from yours to mine.

I was powerless, a willing prisoner. Always yours, you held the key.

And all the time, we existed together, part of a family, those eyes would tell me our hearts were one.

Not every day. When you knew I needed it, the look would come.

Those times, do you remember? When we gazed and met each other’s hearts?

Those looks, for a second, a minute or an hour. It was you and me. Your strength inspired me, frustrated me when you refused to “tow the line”

You were always yourself first.

When they told me, I was in disbelief, you still looked as strong as ever. Still defiant.

They gave you weeks to months at most and then I would lose you, my strength, my Angel.

But you stayed. I became ill too and you stayed. Weeks, months and then a year. You were by my side when I needed those eyes, that heart, that strength.

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I got better and life went on. You did not. I tried not to see what my eyes showed me. All I saw was your strength, your eyes, still defiant.

Your body was failing but your heart, your strength went on.

One day, you looked at me and I knew the time had come. You were asking me to give you one last gift.

How could I refuse? After all you had given to me?

Your body gave in quickly but I saw it my love, I saw your spirit run. As you galloped, the look was back! You gave me one last look as your spirit went free.

To remind me, that our hearts are bound – that day, today and always.

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A FREE Gift from me to you

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In the spirit of Valentine’s weekend and to share the LOVE…

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What just happened?

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I’ve just opened my laptop after what seems like a lifetime. Flickering hopefully on the screen was the first few lines of my pre-Christmas blog. Eerily enough, I was due to talk about the fact that Christmas is not always a great time of year.

Many of the young adults that I work with do not look forward to time at home. At best it can be a source of stress or, in some cases; prolonged exposure to emotional and physical abuse.

I must admit it raised a smile when I read the beginnings of what would describe my Christmas this year… not all it’s cracked up to be.

We knew this year was going to be different but in a good way. For the first time in 10 years I was not going to be hosting Christmas! I was excited to be staying with my Dad and Step Mum and being thoroughly spoiled. This happened and thank goodness, as it provided a flicker of happiness in a very dark time.

You see, my husband’s mum, my mother-in-law; died quite suddenly on 14th December this year. 

There it is, said in one sentence but an event which shook our World at a time when families unite. It seemed like whilst the whole World hurriedly prepared for parties, presents and holidays, we were talking to funeral directors and choosing coffins.

So, Christmas has mostly been something to “get through” this year.

But, get through it we did, and here we are, ready to face a new year and a new time for our family.

We’ve had to dig deep and find the laughs where we could. Oddly, there were many of them and we are beginning to define our new normal.

So, my message is particularly personal this time. I want you to spend a minute or two thinking about what is most important to you. Then, give thanks for it and appreciate it. We are all loved in some way, make sure you know how you are loved and be aware of your own ripple effect too.

Much love to you all and a Happy 2019 from me.

Dying to Talk???

A Guide to Bereavement for Parents, Carers and Educators

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Recent Armistice events have seen us all exposed to the immense bravery of the Men, Women and animals who gave their lives to save ours. There has also, been much talk of loss.

When talking to young adults about bereavement, we, as the adults who want to make it better for them; are bombarded by books, articles not mention advice from well meaning friends and family.

As someone who has been privileged to work with young adults following or during a bereavement, I’ve learned that far too often, power is taken away from young adults, leaving them confused and angry.

I am by no means an expert on bereavement (except, perhaps through my own life experience) but I do consider myself to be somewhat of an expert in counselling young adults. I’d therefore like to share my experience with you which you may find useful. Please feel free to comment below or contact me for further information.


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The top complaint I get from young adults about their parents or carers is that they don’t talk to them. I get it! We want to protect them from the horror and despair that we are feeling. But know this…it won’t stop them feeling the same way, it won’t protect them from the truth but it WILL make them feel isolated and that they cannot ask questions. Talking may be the last thing you want to do but believe me it is the best gift you can give your young adult.


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Yes! Someone we love has died! We’re allowed to cry! They get their cue from you. If you are afraid to show how you really feel, they will be too. The only difference is, they won’t be able to hold it in like you can, and it may show itself in other ways such as poor behaviour, which may result in punishment, leading to further feeling of isolation. Even if you’re not a crier, make sure they know it’s ok for them to cry in front of you and they won’t be laughed at or told to “man up”. Crying is the bravest and most effective thing we can do in times of stress or sadness.

The Funeral

Another big issue young adults have is that they missed a funeral, especially if they were younger when their loved one died.

“Mum and Dad thought I was too young, so I didn’t go”.

I’d like to remind you why we, as humans of whatever faith have a ceremony when someone dies. Here, I would like to quote someone who IS an expert.

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Dr. Alan D. Wolfelt is an author, educator, and grief counsellor with over 30 years of experience working with bereaved families. He has written many best-selling books on grief and loss, including Healing Your Grieving Heart and The Journey Through Grief. Dr. Wolfelt serves as the Director of the Centre for Loss and Life Transition.

He lists the top 6 reasons why humans have ceremonies when people die…


Gathering together helps us to acknowledge a new reality: a loved one has died. Our first instinct when we lose someone we love is to reach out to others to process our grief and to begin to understand our new reality.


Sharing memories and recalling the things we love most about the one who has died helps us to honour the person in a special way. It is important to go backward before you go forward.


Inviting other members of the community to a visitation or ceremony helps to activate support for the bereaved family. If no public service is held, friends may keep their distance, thinking that the family wishes to grieve privately. However, a public service invites the warm, loving, and caring support of friends, neighbours, and community members that is so needed at a time of loss.


A funeral gives outward expression to our inner grief, helping us to mourn a loss and create forward movement in our grief. Mourning is different from grief. Mourning is “the outward expression of grief, grief gone public, or a shared social response to loss.” A meaningful ceremony can help us take our internal grief and make it public through mourning.


Searching for meaning after loss is one of the basic needs of a mourner. The funeral ceremony helps to bring together meaningful elements such as music, readings, stories, actions, symbols, and the loving support of others to create the sweet spot of a meaningful funeral experience.


The funeral experience is like a rite of passage. We emerge transformed, with a new identity, a new relationship with our lost loved one, and a new relationship with our community as a whole.

So…why should your young adult be denied that?


Answer Questions

As bizarre as they may be, as morbid or graphic as they may be, it’s important to help young adults understand the process of death. A loved one will be here one minute and gone the next as far as young people are concerned. They do not tend to have the same conception of lengthy illness as they are far more accepting than adults.

“Grandad had been ill for a while but then, he was gone”

It might help here for you to understand the workings of the teenage brain. During adolescence, our brains are still growing and learning. Basically, there’s a lot going on in there, even if it seems like your child is a grunting, sleeping blob. This means that young adults tend to see the World from their own perspective, much like children. So, a death could feel like it “happened” to them. They may not have the capacity to worry about your feelings. After all, you’re the adult so you should be looking after them. But they may want to know “what” happened. This could involve questions about how their loved one died so that they can make sense of it all.

Reactive Grief

Linked to my comments above, you need to accept that when the space is made in the brain for grief, it will come and then it will be replaced by something else and will go. To us, it may look like they are fine one minute and blubbering the next. This can often be seen as over dramatic behaviour by adults.

Who has the right?

Young adults sometimes feel that they don’t have as much right to grieve as their parents or other family members. I was once told by a young adult…

“Well it’s Dad’s Dad, so he is the most important. Then there are my Aunties and Uncles and of course Nan as she was his wife. Then there’s Mum because she’s supporting Dad so I’m right at the end of the line really.”

Do we really want our young adults to feel this way? Remind them that grief is a private process and each person’s grief is different but has no more or less importance.


No matter the age of the young adult, I encourage the creation of a memory box. Memories for detail fade but memories of love never do. Grab an old shoe box and fill it with photos, mementos, silly little things that were shared. Anything that is relevant. Along with this, get a memory journal. Write as many memories in there as you can as many will fade with time but will be cherished when remembered. Also, in this digital age, something tangible is all the more special.

Finally…I’d like to share with you my own thoughts on death. When I was a little girl, I believed that everyone emitted glitter. The glitter was invisible so no one could see it but it was there. Everywhere a person had been and everyone they had been in contact with had a residue of the glitter which they then absorbed. When they, in turn touched anything or anyone, their glitter contained not only themselves but that of others who had deposited their glitter onto them. The glitter, like love, could never be destroyed but could be shared with others for ever.

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