13/06/2025
Six months (yesterday).
Why am I sharing this? The words fell onto a page a few days ago, representing this milestone in our loss of my dear brother, Ewan.
I like talking about him, remembering him, keeping the spirit of him alive.
Perhaps these sentiments are relateable to others who are going through loss - and from a work perspective, I want you to know that my treatment room is a grief-safe space; if you are experiencing loss and grief, don’t feel that your feelings have to be kept in check or bottled up. I know from being on the couch myself that therapeutic massage can truly help to regulate the nervous system, aid sleep, and enable you to feel wrapped in care at a time when we can feel so acutely tender 🤍
*Six months*
Six months.
Six months, without you
Without your presence,
your calls
your booming voice
your steadying, steadfastness.
Six months of grief;
all-consuming, yet not just mine. Hardly mine.
Six months of feeling the pain
of your sons’ grief
your wife’s grief
your parents’ grief
Wishing, wishing I could do more.
Six months
of inhaling life and
counting my blessings.
Six months of love
beyond words, beyond boundaries
Intense, connecting love
with all of the people who loved
You.
I’m so glad
you don’t know you’re not here.
Six months
Of tears sneaking out of the corner of my eyes, when I’m least expecting.
My nose smarting, a quick blink
to push it away.
My grief, for those who you love
Who miss you.
One day, I’ll allow the tears to flow
Unrelenting. Like you.
Six months, yet still a shock every day.
Six months, yet with laughter sneaking into the corners like I never thought would be possible.
Six months of you
walking quietly by our sides.
Quiet was never you, yet you tread
now so delicately and gracefully
beside us.
We hear the bass notes of your dogmatic voice,
your laughter, echo in the silence.
We knit ourselves together
in a tapestry of you.
Six months.
Pic of me & Ewan in c.1987
