Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Tomorrow marks the first anniversary of my dad's passing. Twelve months during which I learned for the first time in my half century on this screwed up planet what loss truly meant. A valuable lesson formed from emotions resultant at never again being able to share the company of a dearly loved family member. This... Continue Reading →
Yesterday lunchtime our modest abode in east Leeds was graced by the presence of Mrs Strachan senior. Lured by a roast beef dinner and the entertaining anecdotes of her eldest child (cough, cough), the Yorkshire lass was in decent spirits as she tucking into a plateful of Sunday fare. A fact no doubt helped by... Continue Reading →
A week ago today my family and I embarked on an unwanted existential odyssey of grieving. The unwelcome but not unexpected consequence of our clan leader's passing. In these fledgling days of sorrow, each member of the brood has dealt with this sad event in their own different ways. Some have offloaded their grief by shedding tears of despair at their loved one's loss. Others... Continue Reading →
It was encouraging to read the news earlier in the week that the government are to inject much needed funds into the mental health care of the nation. Approximately £1 billion is to be made available to the NHS to help negate the previous underfunding by successive administrations. Despite its higher profile in recent years,... Continue Reading →