Thirty years ago today my world stopped turning with the words ‘Dad’s gone.’ A lifetime has happened since, I qualified as a nurse, Got engaged, Married, Became a mum, Miscarried, Became ‘Mum’ to three more children, Attended first days at school and graduations. Celebrated birthdays, Christmas’s and many different occasions, All without Dad. Thirty years … More What’s another year?
Some of my earliest memories are of you, my first true love. The times we spent together when I was a child, you building something or other, me sanding blocks of wood for no purpose but to be with you. That time you rescued me from a race I wasn’t ready for. Waking up for … More A brief message to my first true love.
When I see the ice bucket challenge videos on line I sigh. For when I read #icebucket, I read MND. I read Dad. I read dying slowly. I read loss. This is my reality. This is what the Ice bucket challenge means to me. It was almost thirty years ago when my Dad first noticed … More What is the point of the ice bucket challenge?
Today began like any other. It had no special feel to it. We could never know that today was the end of an era and the beginning of something new. My older children are at work, or already on holiday which means there is only one twelve year old girl to get ready for … More The end of an era.