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This is my wedding ring. It has lived on my hand for nearly 29 years.
I don’t know if you can see how bent out of shape it is – this happened on a day a little over 20 years ago when I did a heap of gardening… leaning heavily on a shovel, edging the lawn borders.
Continue reading “Two stage memorial”
I’d had a miscarriage about 3 weeks before I stood at the edge of a gorge in Queensland marvelling at its beauty. Up to that stage, the miscarriage had been the hardest thing I’d ever known, and tears were never very far away. (This was 20 years ago almost exactly).
Continue reading “Growth of beauty”