This wasn’t in my ‘life plan’ … blogging about death. I have always wanted to write a funny, creative, laugh out loud book. Just didn’t ever get around to it… If procrastination was an Olympic sport, I would have a gold medal in it! I could have gone for a romantic novel, a butt clenching thriller or a gritty crime novel… but no, I haven’t got that in me.. However… life has a way of making changes for you….

It’s about time we faced up to the much misunderstood and often hidden, ignored, ‘don’t want to face the subject’ of grief and the uninvited ‘journey’ anyone can find themselves on. Let’s face it, everyone is going to lose someone or something (pets.. which is another heart wrenching experience) they love at least once in their lives.

So I thought I’d try my hand at writing about the unenviable role of being a middle aged, menopausal ‘widow’, trying to navigate her way through, what I can only describe as a shit show of emotions, unplanned circumstance and general fuckwittery of a life. Firstly, I need to explain that I am in fact an ‘alien’, I’m not technically a ‘widow’, in the fact that Mike and I never married (just procrastinated for 16+years), so I am not ‘recognised’ or in this label fixated world, I don’t actually have a ‘label’ for who/what I am… So here I am, almost 3 years into ‘the journey’ (god I despise that description, as I didn’t set off on any bloody journey, I don’t have a sat nav and my sense of direction of dreadful…) so its me, wondering what the hell has happened… so, hold onto your hats, the ride will be bumpy, but hopefully ‘insightful’, if nothing else I hope that my dark sense of humour and experiences will want you to read more..

Becks