Growing up most of our photographs were of holidays, birthdays, gatherings or special occasions. If I were to have taken a ‘selfie’ as a teenager, people would have questioned my sanity. Nowadays, I rarely pose or share photos of myself and often forget to take my camera out during special occasions, but that doesn’t mean, … More Capturing the moments.
Yesterday was Father’s Day and for the first time in over thirty years I didn’t miss my dad, because this year he’d been joined by Mum. It felt different. Strange but definitely less lonely. Looking around old posts in a bid to recall thoughts and relive better times I found this one. How much of … More How much of any day do we really live?
This day thirty one years ago the clock stopped at 9am and for a while so too did my world and that of my family, as the thief that was Motor Neurone Disease, robbed me of my dad. He slipped away with no fuss, no drama, exactly as he’d lived, his soulmate by his side. … More When time stood still.
So I promised I’d share one of the stories (very short stories) from my memoir course. I have an idea that in time I’ll write a series of short stories covering the many different events in my life to date and put them all together into one book. Some will be challenging, others funny but … More As promised…
Here is a Valentines day post I first wrote three years ago remembering fondly the man who taught me what love meant… For you Dad.xx This morning I woke and as usual I paid very little attention to Valentines Day. However within minutes of getting up I was embarrassed into remembering it’s not just about … More Remembering my first true love.
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
Every day is twenty four hours long, but how many hours of every day do we really live? Today is my Dad’s birthday and I wanted to write a post reflecting on the Dad I miss even after twenty eight years. Then I remembered a post, which I’d written almost two years ago. This post … More This is what my father gave me.
This day last week was special, and I missed it. I was on holidays, offline. It was the only time in ten days I felt compelled to write, so I wrote this on July 23rd using pen and paper. I know I’m posting it a week late, but Mum and Dad this one’s for you. … More Diamonds are forever.
Do you ever wonder at the person you have become? How different are you from the child you used to be? In many ways I am still the same girl I used to be, but in other ways I am all grown up. The temper I had so little control of is still there, but … More Look at me now!
Today I stopped time, and paused it for a moment, as I watched my youngest child walk up the aisle, with the eldest of our clan. My Mum. It was her confirmation, and regardless of my beliefs, my daughters special day. As she neared the altar, my mum placed a hand on her right shoulder, … More One moment in time.