Leuty Parker

Tag: #death

  • Loneliness

    I live HARRPY on my own. Love, love, love cooking for myself. Doing computer stuff. I even designed a work out routine which should be done alone.

    (Don’t worry, it’s not what you’re assuming!) a plank [im hoping you know what that is], to 1x Alexa song.

    On my personalised playlist, the length is from 3.5 minutes, to 9. No stopping aloud.

    Endorphins subconsciously make me happy. But my mum died last week.

    For all the years I’ve lived on my own, whether it’s Edinburgh, London or Hong Kong, I haven’t really felt lonely.

    But there a big difference between being alone, and feeling lonely….

  • When I Die…

    …if say I want to be remembered as an exceptional industry changer.

    I don’t want to be REMEMBERED as that, because it’ll be a reality.

    The plan would be cremation, and the ashes sprinkled on plants, so I could keep living (kind of).

    I want this to be documented by myself so others don’t have to make this tough de, at a sorrowful time.

    My mum wanted for her corpse to be left for the gulls… which is illegal. And rather selfish as your dearest would have to decide the plan for your course.

    My mum died, earlier today.

    RIP Anne Saxby

    …. Now how she wanted to be remembered is to be decided…