The Grasshopper Until August 2019, I didn't have one single grasshopper-related story, but a few chance meetings later, and grasshoppers (and maybe their cricket cousins) have become a pretty big deal to me.
by Lorraine Rogers along the pavement to my car. “It was a bit odd", I said as I recalled it later that day.
We became strangely ’dug in’ at Forest Holme. Karl's room was always full. Full with us, the kids' pictures and pom-poms, snacks, lotions, potions, candles and music. On the day he died, we packed all those things into bags and closed the door behind us. There’s something very unceremonial about going home and unpacking those bags. It’s incredibly empty. My husband As far as I remember, it all started called through to me, ”come and look at this, there's a grasshopper when my brother Karl stayed on in the porch... I’ve never seen a the Sandbanks Ward (Poole Hospital) as he became more poorly grasshopper indoors, have you?". and a grasshopper took up Our focus turned to making Karl's residence on his front door handle funeral arrangements. With his back at home. Day after day he trusty Seaview pub fast becoming a would sit patiently on that door Co-op, we decided to invite handle, seemingly carefree and everyone to join us to raise a glass oblivious to disturbance. to Karl where we'd enjoyed our last Maybe a week or so later we’d moved to Forest Holme. I’d head over at five o clock each morning, take residence in my trusty recliner next to Karl‚ and so a new day would begin. But early one morning, as I left to drive to the hospice, my very own little grasshopper hopped along beside my feet, maybe 20 metres or so 6
