Grief… when a kind friend gives you a gift token to buy a plant or tree to celebrate my mum’s life and I pick up the phone to tell my mum about it. Grief… when you live a life based on this time last month or last year. Grief… when the pain of looking at … More The Price Of loving… Worth Every Tear.
November 29th. A day without significance in my life for over four decades, until five years ago when it became the day when the force that was young Daniel left this life, hopefully for adventures somewhere new. Since then time has continued to tick by. My own children have grown up, some have finished school … More When all you can do, is just be there.
This day next week my youngest will turn sixteen. As I ponder where the years have gone I was reminded of this post I wrote a few years ago. When the last door closes. Last night was a night like any other. There was no sign. No warning. We said ‘Goodnight’ and off she went, … More A trip down memory lane.
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?
Can you believe it’s April already? Even my youngest commented this evening ‘This is the fastest year ever.’ Yet as I spent time with Daniels mum today it struck me how raw her grief remains. While most will look back and think November 2013 was almost four years ago, for a mother and father who … More The world keeps turning.
Today we have story number 2 in my ‘Tell me your story” collection. It’s the story of Kat and Carl. A story that reminds us all that life is short, but love is forever. Thank you Kat I know it was not easy to share this story with us. Kat blogs at redsoxlady35 Kat and … More What’s your story #2…Kat and Carl.
On my kitchen table sit this bunch of flowers. They may seem ordinary to you, pretty but nothing special, that’s because you are not me. Freesia have a special meaning to me and will forever be ‘our’ flowers, mine and my dads. Happy Birthday Dad. Today I cannot pick up the phone and call you, … More Because I cannot call you
Come November Daniel will be gone three years. If I were to think of the past three years in terms of days and hours it would seem like a long time, so much has happened. Yet when I look at his photo I cannot believe it. It seems like only yesterday we worried about his … More Time does not heal
Sometimes something happens that goes way beyond what you think of as horrific. Last night at about seven thirty such a thing happened in a small town in Ireland. In Buncrana Co Donegal, a car somehow slid down the slipway of a small pier. In it were six people. For a few minutes the car … More It’s all we can do.
If you met me today you would, as always, be greeted by a smile and a loud and cheery “Hi how are ye?”. I would appear to be in great form and we would chat about this and that and enjoy a good laugh. But as you walk away, my smile would disappear and if … More Maybe look a little closer?