Earlier today, sometime during the afternoon, I happened to glance at my watch. It was precisely 15h05, the time at which Mike took his final breath. Today is 8th August…
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This week I am at Kate Cowie’s Life Writing Retreat, held at the magnificent La Garriga de Castelladral, about an hour inland from Girona and Barcelona in Spain. It’s where…
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Image by AI based on photos of dad and me Almost six months ago to the day – on 23rd December 2025 – my elderly parents spent a full day…
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A few days ago, we received the post-mortem on my Dad’s death and it has sent questions and reverberations through me and others in my family. Some of the language…
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My father died not quite two weeks ago, on Sunday 3rd May. He was aged 88. He was with fellow walkers from The Arthur Ransome Society (TARS), of which dad…
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Trigger Warning: this piece references suicide, death, grief and loss Today is 1st May, which in France means Labour Day, Fête du Travail. It is also my Granny May’s birthday.…
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This is my sixth piece in a series of articles for Coaching at Work Magazine. Trigger warning: This article references suicide, grief and loss Grief is often described as transformative.…
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A few days ago, it was 13th April. Thirty years since I married Mike (13th April 1996), and nine years since we held his funeral (13th April 2017). Both momentous…
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I had a big mushroom journey at the weekend. Big for me anyway — 4 grams to start, with a small booster later — and what has stayed with me,…
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In the latest in her series about grief in coaching, Emma Pearson explores: Grieving Planet Earth – Coaching a loss that’s the size of a planet. ‘When the last…
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Personal Blog - Widowing Empty Nests
How do you keep living when life shatters—again and again—in ways you never imagined? Breath by breath, moment by moment, you carry what remains. Widowing Empty Nests is a space where love, loss, grief, and resilience intertwine, offering honest reflections on the ongoing journey of holding the unbearable while embracing what endures.
