In life there is often so much to celebrate, so much to look forward to, so much to be grateful for. And when everything is peachy, on the rise and new personal and professional milestones are being made, a cloud so thick and dark in the shape of grief, strips all colour and painfully shifts our perspective.

Grief is one of the most inexplicable experiences. Vastly felt and managed in an unfathomable number of ways. Impossible to put into feelings, into words. Perhaps is the reason why this poem, echoed in aching communion on the weekend, as we celebrated a lost life, spoke volumes.

Below, an open letter from Nick Cave, to a fan, asking how he managed the loss of his son, Arthur..


In loving memory of Finn Lindsay Parker. Golden child of our angel, Belle.
We stand with you, in sorrow and in strength, every day and everywhere. x