Getting Through It


It's only natural for people to ask you sympathetically "how are you?" when you return to real life after you've experienced a death of a loved one. After watching my grandmother waste away over a week and eventually pass away just over a week ago in my hometown, returning to Melbourne was (and still is) a jarring experience. I feel quite hollow inside, like something is missing, but I can't quite comprehend the enormity of what has happened. I can't articulate how I feel right now, and my phrase of choice this past week is "I'm getting through it."

I am, I suppose, "getting through it", but while I cope with grief I've found I'm viewing my life a whole lot differently. Everything seems much more real, and, therefore, much more finite. I suppose it's not exactly a terrible point of view, as I feel I've been appreciating small moments as they occur.

I'm still not feeling terribly articulate, so in the meantime I thought I'd share a few photos I took while I was away from Melbourne and in Port Fairy, my hometown on the coast of Victoria. This was during the period when my family and I were flitting in and out of my grandmothers room to escape the immensity of what was happening, and the period that followed.
Getting Through It, Bramble and Thorn, Australia, Port Fairy, Grief
Getting Through It, Bramble and Thorn, Australia, Port Fairy, Grief
Getting Through It, Bramble and Thorn, Australia, Port Fairy, Grief
Getting Through It, Bramble and Thorn, Australia, Port Fairy, Grief
Getting Through It, Bramble and Thorn, Australia, Port Fairy, Grief
Getting Through It, Bramble and Thorn, Australia, Port Fairy, Grief
Getting Through It, Bramble and Thorn, Australia, Port Fairy, Grief
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