Last month was a big one for me. It was my Birthday and i spent the week mostly in tears. I turned the age my Mum was when she died. I’ve always dreaded this birthday and I’ve always known that she was tragically young when she died but turning her age was tough and now i really feel just how truly young she was. It's grim.
Losing a parent when they and you are too young messes, compresses and distorts your perception of time and balance and you always feel in a dreadful hurry incase you might not make it to old age.
Through some research and development work i was involved with earlier this year for a potential new piece of work and where every artist in the room had lost a parent tragically soon did it come to light that we all felt this way. It was a revelation and a relief to realise i am not alone in my mindset.
So the grieving process marches forwards...
I was 21 when my Mum died, right now i have a 6 year old and i’ve never felt younger or more alive!