by Neil | Apr 23, 2023 | Diary, Grief, Personal
Bridgend, South Wales. 23rd April 2023. Dear Ziggy, Now you are 10. A decade. I find myself experiencing a particularly curious sensation of being able to distinctly recall exactly where I was at this point ten years ago, almost down to the minute. It is like standing...
by Neil | Apr 23, 2022 | Diary, Grief, Personal
Bridgend, South Wales. 23rd April 2022 Dear Ziggy, Today you are nine. Should be nine. Would have been nine. Tenses are hard. Another year has passed by like a gust of wind and the world seemingly spins further into chaos as the pandemic sputters on, while war creeps...
by Neil | Apr 23, 2021 | Personal
Bridgend, South Wales 23rd, April 2021 Dear Ziggy, Another trip around the sun, another year further away from you. You should be 8 today. I don’t have a picture of you in my mind anymore, I’ve tried, it simply won’t come and anything I picture feels badly drawn, a...
by Neil | Mar 20, 2017 | Personal
This year I will be fundraising again for SANDS in memory of my oldest boy, Ziggy, who would have been four years old on the 23rd April, 2017. I have re-opened my Just Giving page to this end and will be running in the Cardiff Bay 10k in a couple of weeks. I plan to...
by Neil | Dec 31, 2013 | Diary, Personal, Writing
Today I submitted a short story. It probably won’t get accepted, these things generally don’t first time, but that wasn’t really the point. As 2013 draws to a close, it was one of the ways I have of flipping this awful, dreadful, f***ing furnace of a year the bird....
by Neil | Dec 25, 2013 | childhood, Family, Personal, rambling post that goes all over the place
This is not the Christmas I wished for. Wishes are rubbish like that. They are ephemeral, flighty, tricksters that hover around the back of your head, flying into view as you sit stuck in traffic or on the train, they’re bit like their cousin, the idea, in that way....
