Thursday, 24 October 2013
039: Survivor
Friday, 18 October 2013
038: Headspace
Walked home today from UCL - needed space to think, and ironically my steps took me to Oxford Street which was bombarded with tourists. Hyde Park's silence didn't work in drowning reality as much as the frantic small-talk of shopping strangers. I didn't know what it was I intended to seek, but I did find something in the end. Whilst browsing around the aisles, I realised that although the clothes I was wearing today are ones I own, they are really not mine to begin with.
I guess what I found out was this: I have to have something physically close to me (something I can hold, touch or wear) for me to cope with a loved one's absence. I have lots of my late granddad's shirts in my closet - and I would be lying if I say that I don't wear them often. Its a way of keeping his memory alive.
8 weeks to home, hang in there.
Shirt - Grandfathers
Scarf - Moms
Jacket - Best friends
Bracelet - Grandparents
I guess what I found out was this: I have to have something physically close to me (something I can hold, touch or wear) for me to cope with a loved one's absence. I have lots of my late granddad's shirts in my closet - and I would be lying if I say that I don't wear them often. Its a way of keeping his memory alive.
8 weeks to home, hang in there.
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