Quite incredibly, this month's issue of Frankie Magazine features an article I wrote about the death of my brother Justin when I was six years old... I have never had something personal published before and while it's wonderful to see my little article come to life in the pages of one of my favourite mags, I also feel strangely exposed and vulnerable. After all, when we write from the heart about matters concerning our own experiences, there is nowhere to hide from ourselves...
But the experience was quite a cathartic one too... the ghosts have been finally laid to rest and only the beautiful spirit of my brother remains.
x
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oh wow angela, this is amazing. i have actually been reading frankie's blog online this weekend, soaking in all the prettiness. i'll try and get my hands on a copy this week to read your article in full.
It's a subject that's very close to my heart. you're right, grief is a persistant little bastard. a very close friend travelled through many episodes of dealing with the loss of her brother when she was young. and now in her adulthood, sadly lost her only son on their station a year ago. as an ex-wife of a farmer i know that sadly people in the country are often far too close to the thin edge between life and death, but with people talking about this, just as you so beautifully have, it helps us to not feel alone with this persistant little bastard. instead we're joined by common feelings of loss and hope of healing.
so glad you told your story! jx
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