ALS/MND Stories · Infertility schmertility · Metaphysics and philosophy

Grave to Cradle

My dearest readers and fellow literary travellers - it is with both a heavy and a light heart that I write my last post on this blog. The title of this blog is: "Grave to Cradle" and my husband and I have been both unfortunate to stand next to my Dad-in-law's grave early this year and incredibly fortunate to look… Continue reading Grave to Cradle

Infertility schmertility · Metaphysics and philosophy

Sun showers and silver linings

When Oom (Uncle) Jan and his wife came to stay with us the week of my Dad-in-law’s funeral, we kept on making jokes about his absolutely terrible ring tone on his phone. Every time it rang, we started laughing hysterically – it was the sound of a siren remixed with an old school rave beat.… Continue reading Sun showers and silver linings

ALS/MND Stories · Infertility schmertility · Metaphysics and philosophy · Scientifically Speaking

Tiger, Tiger, burning bright

I see it in my growing obsession with the full moon, the extra chin hairs that have sprouted and the wildness of my eyes. I feel irritation and irrationality boiling underneath my human skin, my eyes twitching, my growl – a warning. I have lost interest in mundane discussions about traffic and politics – my… Continue reading Tiger, Tiger, burning bright

ALS/MND Stories · Metaphysics and philosophy

Eulogy of a runner

*I've been spending my time doing a different style of dark writing - eulogies, tributes, acknowledgements and speeches for my Dad-in-law's funeral. It is incredibly challenging & a great responsibility to summarise a life! I'm cheating a bit but I'm exhausted, so... with no further ado: some exerpts of my eulogy speech* -------------------------------------------------- Anonymous husband… Continue reading Eulogy of a runner

ALS/MND Stories · Metaphysics and philosophy

Grave to cradle

These words will not be well thought through. The emotions will be jumbled, the sentences half finished and the spelling unchecked. Because just like that. Oxygen stops being absorbed by the lungs. The last heart beat echos away. My Dad-in-law's soul floats gently through the open window, over the swaying trees of Parktown and Johannesburg… Continue reading Grave to cradle