This night twenty six years ago I was a young girl, more than a little nervous of walking down the aisle in less than twenty four hours. I dreaded the fuss and the attention. I worried I’d cry for my Dad and I hoped the day would go okay. The one thing I didn’t do was wonder if I was making the right decision.
Twenty six years later I think it’s safe to say I did.
It’s no secret that there was a time in my life which was less than perfect. For years I struggled, hurting silently. No one heard my cries and I never asked for help. Until out of the blue, ‘yer man’ came along. All these years later I cannot put into words how that meeting changed my life. Perhaps this old post will.
So I’d like to say to ‘himself,’ thanks for all the love and support, for always being there, but most especially for bringing such fun into my life. xxx
As a child I lived in a happy home,
six children, loving parents and a dog.
Life was all it should be,
until he came and stole my childhood,
And I sailed away unnoticed.
I could see my family on the mainland,
and sometimes tried to visit,
but even surrounded by them,
I could not join in.
They became strangers.
It was lonely on my island.
Islanders are different,
aloof, reserved, and quiet.
Unwelcoming of visitors,
So no one ever came.
No glimmer of light shone through.
Then, out of nowhere a stranger came
and took no notice of the walls.
He failed to see my isolation,
and uninvited, climbed onto my island
My life changed once more.
For a while we wandered together
as slowly my high walls crumbled,
until one day hand in hand,
he gently coaxed me from my island,
to a place we now call home.
Tucked away down here I’d also like to say to ‘she who doesn’t want to be in my blog,’ best wishes for tomorrow with the Leaving Cert Results and to my godchild and others (you know who you are) fingers crossed. xxxxxx