Nocturnal Wenchy

African Hips Don't Lie

It always seems impossible until it’s done.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

I know people would love for me to just move on, but good luck with that. I miss my child.

Liam James, London, 2018

My therapist says to just feel it. The missing of my Liam James. Sit with it as long as I need. It feels so much like grief although Lee is very much alive, and *only* 10 000km away.

Six months. It’s a long time to sit… and feel. I’m tired.

Please stop asking when I’m going to visit. There is no money for such things. I know you mean well.

I wish you enough,



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About Me

Mom to many, wife to SirNoid. Lover of water, walks in the shade and all things purple.

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