UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: grief

  • Hugging a Stone Post: The Family I Loved but Never Belonged To…

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    Favored, Abandoned, or Just Misunderstood? Yesterday, while chatting with Phil over on For Singles and Couples, one sentence stuck with me: “Were you favored, even though you apparently ‘abandoned’ everyone to go to the States?” It made me pause. In some ways, I was both. I was Granny Frass’s favorite, and Aunty Fan’s too. They…

  • Things I’ll Never Forget About That Morning…

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    Mae Faurel
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    The Stranger at The Funeral – Part 1… The Morning of Dad’s Funeral .. It’s strange, the things you remember from days like that.Not the eulogies or the hymns, but the little things. The things that shouldn’t matter, but somehow do. The morning of my Dad’s funeral, I lay in bed listening to Fanny and…

  • Granny Frass Says…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Granny Frass Says: Some People Would Put The Devil to Shame… Well now, I’ve been minding my own business up here, sipping a drop of strong tea and keeping an eye on things below when word reached me about the latest carry-on. And let me tell you, if I had me old walking stick I’d…

  • Episode 77 – Do Ya Want the Air Fryer?!

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    Mae Faurel
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    Do Ya Want the Air Fryer?! – The Day The Grief Parade Rolled In.. When people say grief brings out the best and worst in families, I now know what they mean. Mostly the worst. Dad hadn’t even been gone 24 hours when Bully Yates, always quick off the mark, installed a brand new, locked…

  • The Day the Playbook Came Out…

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    Mae Faurel
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    I remember the day my dad died. Not the way people usually mean when they say that. Not the moment itself, not the news or the numbness or the weird, hollow ache that settles somewhere between your chest and your stomach. I mean the room. The way the air felt. The way the so-called mighty…