Monthly Archives: July 2013

Recipe for grieving

Taking off down the Bibbulmun Track was not a rational decision but a gut reaction.  It sounds very pretentious to say that it was a sort of pilgrimage for my father (and he definitely would have felt uncomfortable with me labeling … Continue reading

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The new series of password protected posts

I am not particularly hiding anything but the details are rather graphic and maybe not everybody will care to read them.   I am happy to give the password if you ask, though. Through a comment here and some sort … Continue reading

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Protected: What it was really like – part 1

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The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?

There is a culture that says it is better for patients to die at home, peacefully. My father’s palliative care doctor said that and I think he honestly believed that. My brother believed that my father died at home, peacefully. … Continue reading

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Going back…

Remember the post I wrote about the first winery in WA? This one? My views about the site were closely linked with the emotions about my father, due to the property being sold at around the same time.   I … Continue reading

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Back from my walk

I have blisters (20kg of pack is heavy and gives pressure weight to the feet, in spite of excellent boots). I have bruises. Lots of sharp things out in the woods. I have cuts and scratches. Sharp branches and rubbed … Continue reading

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The end of life

My father had decided views. He  believed that once you died, that was it. The body became waste material and it was a waste of time and resources to devote any attention to it. Accordingly, he wanted to leave his … Continue reading

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