Wish You Were Here


It is just over one month since the eldest of my three younger sisters took her last breath. Linda left those she loved and cared for so deeply and conscientiously to ponder her somewhat abrupt departure and discover grief in a variety of forms. I do believe that Linda would not have expected us to grieve. I don’t know what she would have expected us to do, but she would have been unhappy at the thought of anybody struggling with grief just because she left us a little earlier than she ever expected to.


1967: Mum and the four of us

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