Darling Vizzy D’s, Gather round friends, quick story time: I’m visiting my uncle and aunt at the moment and whilst taking a work call in the office, I spotted something on their desk. A name plate. My grandfather's. Feels like such a relic now, doesn't it? In these days of agile hot-desking and working from the kitchen table, who has a desk name plate anymore? But it was the line above his name that stopped me. ACCIDENT PREVENTION IS MY RESPONSIBILITY. He worked for Telecom Australia (which later became Telstra - a big telecommunications company). We don't actually know much about what he did there. But that little slogan got me thinking. If this was a thing that existed in our work - what would mine be? If I was sitting at a desk in the 60s with my name on a plate, what would sit above it? And what would yours be? Even if this was a corporate initiative to remind workers of their duties or priorities - what’s our version? I’d love to have asked him more about what it meant to him & how he spent his days… My Papa died in his early 60s, after a cancer that moved fast. I was 11. It was my first funeral. What I remember most about that whole time isn't actually the funeral itself. It's my Grandma. They were school sweethearts. They'd spent their whole lives together. A rare, true, deep love. And even as a kid, I watched the grief unravel her. Raw and up close. After my Papa died, she was still the grandma who showed up for everything. Our dance concerts. Our soccer games. She still hosted the big family Christmas. But she did it all choked with tears. It was clear she was loving us for both of them now. But his absence was unbearable, especially right up against the joy of their grandkids. He was missing all of it. I feel like it drowned her, in a way. She only lived a few more years. The medical certificates say she died from heart failure, but I have a vivid memory of a kind-faced doctor pulling the grandkids aside and explaining that Grandma had died of a broken heart. Whether he meant it in the medical or romantic sense I’m not sure - but it certainly planted a new truth in my young body - grief can kill you.