I sang this into my phone.

I’m sad without you here, the air is still

I’m sad without you here the pain’s not sharp

I’m sad without you here my love my dear

It breaks my heart

I miss you in the morning when we wake

I miss you in the evening when we sleep

I miss you and our little cat so black

It makes me weep.

I dream of you at night I loved you so

I dream of you when you were strong and sure.

I dream of you I think of you, but you are gone

Can I endure?

Human life is very short, we learn.

We leave the dance of joy we’ve had our turn

Losing your map

Loss can be losing a friend who was journeying with you through life.

It can also be the loss of the path,the signposts, the structure

It can be like the loss of the map that we have carefully constructed and which is now wrong.

It’s frightening to lose the structure, even part of the structure.

It’s frightening to realise the map you are using is no use.

There’s a lot of fear in grief or alongside grief.

Grief itself can also feel like fear.

Is it worse than the first day school for the child?

It’s hard to know the answer to that