Original Post: 13/10/2015 Its 2014, a mundane Monday, the 13th day of the 10th month, and the day I survived the end of the world. The end of MY world. The end of MY world as I knew and hoped it would be. A year ago today, my dad died. My hero, my comedian, my world.... Continue Reading →
Original Post: 09/03/2015 I felt very strongly about speaking at Dad's funeral. I wanted to share my love and gratitude for having known him, but also confront depression head on. As a family we decided that it was important that his illness was not ignored in the service, like we were ashamed or hiding it. My sister... Continue Reading →
