Today was not a good day. It hasn’t been for the last eleven years. Truth is, I don’t think it’s ever going to be a good day. It’s forever going to be a day tinged with sadness and regret.
Regret for all the things I didn’t say and regret for all things I did say but didn’t mean.
Looking back is hard. Mistakes are painful.
Death is mind numbing. And back then at 24, despite the countless number of funerals I’d already attended it was this one that blew me off my feet.
Nothing prepares you for losing a parent. My mum. She was 58. I thought she’d see seventy at least.
Enya was her favourite. It was played at her funeral. So, I find myself reminiscing and trying to listen to the song without crying. It’s not easy.
One day though.
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Stacey Jaine McIntosh was born in Perth, Western Australia where she still resides with her husband and their four children.
Although her first love has always been writing, she once toyed with being a Cartographer and subsequently holds a Diploma in Spatial Information Services.
Since 2011 she has had over two dozen short stories and drabbles printed for online consumption and in various anthologies, both in print and forth coming. She has also had two poems accepted for publication.
Stacey is also the author of Solstice, Morrighan & Lost and she is currently working on several other projects simultaneously.
She specialises in writing Paranormal Romance and Celtic inspired fairy tales.
When not with her family or writing she enjoys reading, photography, genealogy, history, Arthurian myths and witchcraft.
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