“The Grief was always there; if not centre stage, then lurking in the wings, or hanging from the rafters, or pulsing beneath the floorboards. But it didn’t always need my attention. I could ignore it – for a little while, at least. I was always grieving, but sometimes I was grieving with an AND.”

“The Grief was always there; if not centre stage, then lurking in the wings, or hanging from the rafters, or pulsing beneath the floorboards. But it didn’t always need my attention. I could ignore it – for a little while, at least. I was always grieving, but sometimes I was grieving with an AND.”

— Savannah Brown