Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; W B Yeats Grief is a tumultuous rollercoaster ride. I've always hated rollercoasters. The wind is blowing a gale force this morning which does nothing to help our … [Read more...]

Dear Simon I need you to do something. Our friend Alex joined you yesterday. You need to find him and make sure he's OK. He'll be a little confused, given he's an atheist and all, so the whole heaven thing might be a bit of a shock for him. For the purpose of these letters I assume you are in heaven. (Although you did always have poor sense … [Read more...]

  Dear Simon, Has heaven gotten a little funnier this week? Robin Williams left us, so if you run into him say hi. I wonder if famous people get to mix with ordinary folk once they get to heaven? These are the questions I ponder now. I had another dream. This time you were mucking around with the kids in the lounge room. Then for some … [Read more...]

Dear Simon God I hate it when you are right. Remember Sudden Sun by Sonja Georgeson? The painting you loved so much when I when I was working at that PR Company/Art Gallery I bought it for you one Christmas? We've had it sitting against the wall for two years because it got water damaged during one of the moves. We disagreed on getting it … [Read more...]