Three Years On!

Today marks the third anniversary of yours truly suffering a heart attack. Yes, a trinity of summers have now elapsed since GJ Strachan stood face to face with the Grim Reaper – An adversary who I mercifully dodged; allowing this capricious northern Englishman to live to write another day. Below is the first blog I…

Beside The Seaside, Beside The Sea…

Following the granting of probate, along with the prospective sale of our parents home of 32 years in the pipeline, yours truly will soon embark on a journey of seeking alternative living accommodation. House moves can the most capricious and stress inducing of bed-fellows; however, I’ll board the good ship SS Realtor with an open…

Going With The Lateral Flow

Although ordinarily a fella who’s sceptical one’s serendipity can take a turn for the preponderant when a calendar year expires, I’ve convinced myself 2022 will be an altogether more fragrant mistress than its rancid predecessor. 2021 bidding me a welcome adieu last Saturday morning when handing the almanac baton to what I hope will be…

Hiatus

This, my 2514th narrative, will be the last blog I write for a while. My motivation to write these 500+ word daily essays has diminished of late and, perhaps metaphorically, Thursday’s post relating to my mother’s funeral seems a fitting juncture at which to draw a line under this particular literary odyssey – Well, for…

A Beautiful Last Dance

Head bowed, with gravity dispersing tears across a cold stone floor, I strolled slowly behind my equally distraught offspring headed out of the crematorium door. The events playing out as they, me and a host of other family and friends (while stood a foot or so from her coffin) had just bode a final farewell…

Countdown

Two days until family and friends say an official adieu to my mum at the matriarch’s funeral service. A day when we’ll give thanks to, and for, the wonderful force of nature who touched our lives with unconditional love, warmth, hilarity and generosity of spirit. Wednesday one of celebration for a lady who spent eighty…

Bloc D’écrivains

A topic for today’s blog currently evades me. This bloc d’écrivains not eased any by a panoramic scan of the living room’s contents, which aren’t providing much inspiration during this epiphany barren time. Amongst those items catching my eye are a dozen photographs of family members, a crystal filled wall unit, a nest of tables,…

Queues

Admin tasks consequential from my mothers passing have meant that yours truly’s spent a great deal of time in the company of ‘on hold’ music in the last week or so. Circumstances resulting in GJ Strachan’s existence seeming to play out in a portal where telephony queues are the status quo and one prays in…

Matriarchal Mutterings

This narrative is a continuation of my week long vignettes relating to my recently deceased mum. Bearing the same writing format of part fiction based on fact running throughout each essay, all of these monologues are edited amalgamations of prose previously published on my website strachan.blog . A piece penned on 29th March 2020…… During…