GRIEF

Mourning My Aunt, My Grief Journal (Continued)

Part Two

PlainTalkBadManners
Doctor, Writer, Mother, Life
5 min readJun 18, 2023

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Author’s image. In my house there are always biscuits. Featured today: Hobnobs and a beloved old-fashioned biscuit tin behind it. My aunt enjoyed a nice biscuit with a good cup of tea on so many happier occasions.

Day 4

I believe journaling has helped this week — and more than I dared hope. Just the reassurance I’m making time for my feelings at the end of the day has given me space to get on with things. My feelings aren’t moping around ‘n holding me back, because they know they’ll have their time.

I published the first part of this grief journal this morning and I’ve been reflecting on how the public sharing of private writing risks changing the writing itself! An obvious example is that last sentence I wrote. It wouldn’t exist if I was scribbling hard on paper! It’s harder, when you know you’re going to hit that publish button, to resist writing for an audience. But I’m persevering, deleting the bits that feel as if they were written for readers, rather than for me.

Today I realised I’m slowly returning to the life I suspended when my aunt became ill and passed away eight weeks ago. I’m glad to say the pace is up to me when it comes to volunteering with my local political party or the PTFA. I’ll attend an online meeting next week and help out as usual at the Summer Fair on the weekend. That’ll be about it till at best next month.

I’ve worked harder at eating healthily today. I’ve had two chocolate-coated hob nobs and…

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PlainTalkBadManners
Doctor, Writer, Mother, Life

Ex-Doctor, Ex-Catholic, Ex-Muslim. Climate Worrier & Wannabe Climate Warrior. Novelist. Human. Label resistant. https://thefriendlyradicalnextdoor.substack.com/