Re-living harrowing moments

Re-living harrowing moments

The guttural howl could be heard at the other end of the corridor. It went on and on, uncontrollable, penetrating the core of all who heard it. Inside the room the noise was suffocating. There was barely any space anyway, an extended family packed into an area far too...
Remembering: those who saved us

Remembering: those who saved us

Yesterday I said goodbye to one of my heroes. It turns out he was a hero to rather a lot of people. Many stood at the back of the cathedral behind me. I don’t think I have cried so much for anyone since my beloved grandfather died in 2004. Both men shared a huge...
Recovering myslef

Recovering myslef

“I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting.” I heard the words spoken from within me as my next patient walked through the door from the waiting room to the minor injury area of the Emergency Department. It was after midnight. My shift had officially...
Reactivating: when your job is grief

Reactivating: when your job is grief

Grief comes, like love, in myriad forms, chameleon-like, shape shifting, shadow dancing, furtive and furious, all consuming, ever-present, ineluctable. It hits with the power of a tornado, obliterating everything in its path and it lingers, a festering presence eating...