Four generations

Four generations

Glad that we were able to celebrate this day.

It’s been a long while since I came on here last, a lot has happened in that time, the biggest and best thing was the birth of our grandson, born on 13th November 2013, unlucky for some, but not us, we were so glad to be able to celebrate his birth with all of the family including my mum who has found reserves from somewhere to keep going through her battle with cancer, to be able to pass Jasper to her was something that I will hold close forever, it was like time had gone in reverse, because it felt like the time I handed her her first grandchild. Then of course we had christmas which was wondeful, we had the priveledge of having our daughter, her partner and new baby to stay for the holidays, it is such a special thing to be able to share this time, it made the fact that our youngest daughter was absent so much easier, having your children fly the nest is so hard especially at holiday times like christmas.

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Confused

So sorry for not posting anything on here for a while but have had a difficult few weeks, at the end of July we broke up from school for the summer holidays,the weather was beautiful, I had lots of days out and catching up with friends to look forward to. Two days later the devastating news came, my mum was diagnosed as having terminal cancer, myeloma of the pericardium to be exact, to say that it was a blow was an understatement, after undergoing 15 months of hell, with an abdominal wound the size of my fist after bowel surgery went wrong, we were looking towards the exciting future, a grandchild for me and my husband, and great-grandchild for my parents. We are still anticipating that mum will be here to see the new arrival, but it is all tinged with sadness, sadness because the outlook is that she will not get to see the baby grow into a little person with character, I hope that he/she had some of the get up and go that mum has,the resilience and strength that has seen her overcome so many setbacks during her life. Mum was born in 1943 to an unmarried teenage mum, who didn’t have the strength to stand up and be counted as an individual, so mum was raised by her Grandparents, and lived with her aunts and uncle, the eldest of which was 17 and the youngest 6 months old, my mum was called names and basically not treated very nice but became a wonderful person who is my loving and caring mum.

Home alone

When my children were younger my husband and I would constantly tell them stories, silly stories, funny stories, any stories, but one that we used to tell them a lot, was brought about by them watching Bedknobs and Broomsticks, after the film finished they were curious as to whether beds actually could fly, and both my husband and I told them that most nights we would twist the knob on our bed and fly straight out of the window, where we proceeded to have adventure after adventure, this continued for some while until our eldest daughter accused us of leaving them home alone, yes you guessed it she had watched that film and had cottoned onto the fact that they were alone when mummy and daddy flew out of the window, she was only about 6 so I can only presume that she really truely believed that every night we flew away! Oh there were lots of times that I wish I could have done, especially as they were all light sleepers who only needed a few hours where as I could sleep for about 10 and it still wouldn’t be enough, needless to say we had to tell her it wasn’t true, then she accused us of lying, whatever we couldn’t win.

Cherished memories

Cherished memories

This morning I waved goodbye to my eldest daughter, she lives about an hour away from me but it might as well be the moon, she works, I work so time is limited, when I have holidays she is working and vice versa, so it was lovely to have her home for a couple of days, when I returned home there on the back of the sofa were all of my childrens cherished teddies, some more worn than others, all were most certainly loved, each little one comes with it’s own memories, when they were given, times that I had to hunt for them, or quickly wash them, and it makes me sad that the children are all grown up so no longer need them, but on further inspection two are missing, the photo was taken at christmas when everyone was home, today pound puppy has obviously gone with his mummy, and Chelsea bunny has gone with her mummy and I hadn’t noticed. It feels only right that they should have them, but each time I look at this picture I remember the people who are no longer with us and i’m thankful for the time we had.