Vic’s pearls

Vicky dripping in pearls...
Vicky dripping in pearls…

Today I wore Vic’s pearls and perfume.

Her favourite perfume, Beautiful – Estee Lauder, reacts differently to my skin but I could smell “her smell” on me the whole day.

My meetings went well.  I am happy with the outcome.  It is as if my soul is removed from my body – I feel as if I am looking in from the outside.  I see and hear a confident, poised person talking in a matter of fact tone of voice.  I hear myself asking intelligent questions and yet it is a shell sitting there.

No-one sees my sadness and grief.

I miss Vic more and more as each day passes by.  I am starting to realise that Vic is truly never coming home!  The house is big and empty!

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I am a sixty plenty wife, mother, sister, grandmother and friend. I started blogging as a coping mechanism during my beautiful daughter's final journey. Vic was desperately ill for 10 years after a botched back operation. Vic's Journey ended on 18 January 2013 at 10:35. She was the most courageous person in the world and has inspired thousands of people all over the world. Vic's two boys are monuments of her existence. She was an amazing mother, daughter, sister and friend. I will miss you today, tomorrow and forever my Angle Child.

9 thoughts on “Vic’s pearls”

  1. It will be 2 years saturday that my son has been gone. Yesterday was a beautiful day and I made myself go out side. Sitting on my glider on the front porch, I could see my son in my mind’s image. He was smiling and laughing and ask me if I was ready to give up on my grief. That he was happy and doing good. It was said it my head, but with my son’s voice and his way of talking and calling me momma.


    1. This comment is so beautiful. I am very sorry for the loss of your son and your words brought tears to my eyes. I was thinking of the words “never getting over it.” I think instead of getting over grief, we must simply “go through it.” We come out on the other side – never the same as we once were. But when grief eases, there is a rainbow. Your son’s voice and moment of peace was your rainbow. Tersia, there will be a rainbow for you. Hang in there as you are going through the amputation of your soul. It is too soon for you to be ready to give up your grief.


      1. thank you Judy. Tersia, my heart bleeds for you. You are just beginning your journey.


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