Libby, Robbie’s uni friend, wrote this poem for Robbie within a day or so of his death. We used it on the bookmark handed out at Robbie’s funeral. Full of life, full of love, full of passion and heart, Living each day creating beautiful art. Touching the lives of those you passed by, Leaving an impression, […] Read more…
“Are you planning something for Robbie’s day?” A friend private messaged me this question on Facebook a week ago. Planning something? My mind went into freefall. Planning something sounded grand, elaborate and meaningful; an event. Planning something sounded like an expectation to engage with the moment, the day, the past two years of finding a […] Read more…
My morning ritual worked its magic. Compared to this time 3 years ago I was cool, calm and collected rather than frantic, manic and in a panic! Up at 4:30am, move a bit, stretch a bit, lift a bit, eat a bit; out the door by 7:15am. We packed the car the night before leaving […] Read more…