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Ivy Blanche's avatar

As you do, I have some images in my head that I never could hold and capture. my mother died of cancer when I was twelve, after a very short illness we children where kept in the dark about, and one day, out of the blue, my father and grandma came home from hospital and announced the truth of her just having 'passed away', without much more of decorum. After that every single bit of her belongings was removed and disappeared. All of her carefully collected clothes and jewellery, the little she possessed, as personal belongings in a household where everything centred around my father, the influential and important doctor, was destroyed, given or stored away, never to be seen again for us, unimportant daughters. I treasured a soap dish, for travelling, that she had used. A scarf that, for a little while, had kept her smell, a scent of orchids and butter, a hint of leather or fur, a small animal, a cat, a rabbit. sorry, I have to stop this...

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Kirstie Young's avatar

Your writings so honest and raw, hard to read at times, it stops me in my tracks and forces me to really take on board what you’re uncovering. Powerful stuff. X

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