Mama. Widow. Writer. Event speaker.
I'm Cath. Once upon a time, I was just a mama who blogged about her stuff. Funny things, ordinary things, day to day conundrums that other mamas resonated with.
But then something epic happened. My husband died.
Cancer. It was horrific. I watched him die.
What was once funny and ordinary no longer seemed relatable and my life tumbled into a shattering cacophony of heartache.
And so, now I write. I write for Brett who believed in my words almost as much as my mum does (which is a lot), I write for all of those people who have invested in me, as it's the only way I know to show them how they've helped to keep me upright. And, without shuddering too much at the preposterous idea, I will attempt to write for all of the people who might (according to some) benefit from my words and my experience.
When I'm not writing (or writing about writing), I'm wiping noses, cutting up fruit, finding lost shoes (allllllll the lost shoes!), breaking up fights, reading way too late into the night, hash-tagging my way through life and trying to write a book.
I post almost-daily on Facebook, sad stuff about our grief. Funny as-it-happens stuff. Real life stuff as we wade through life without our main man.