Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Yesterday afternoon, I wrote a eulogy to deliver at my father's funeral on Wednesday. As it would be highly inappropriate to do so, I'm not going to publish those words in this narrative. The reason I highlighted this activity is merely part of journaling some of my Friday activities in chez Strachan junior. I realise this is stating the obvious, but writing... 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 →
An old acquaintance, who contacted me to send their condolences after hearing of my father's passing on Wednesday, recommended an effective way of dealing with grief is to occupy my mind with a distraction. He's never had to deal with the passing of a close family member but on his recent college course one of... Continue Reading →
Recently, through a variety of media channels, there has been a big drive to raise awareness about mental health. Within these campaigns, there's been a particular emphasis on educating sufferers that it’s okay to chat about their debilitating nemesis. This strategy seen as an important step in reducing the number of people who suffer in silence. I’ve written previously of a close friend... Continue Reading →
Recently, I was saddened to hear an old friend of mine had been diagnosed with a serious illness. I’ve known Alan (the friend in question) since 1983 when, as a wet behind the ears kid, he showed me the ropes in my new role at British Coal in Gateshead. He was supposed to teach me... Continue Reading →