Laughter, real life, Uncategorized

A night under canvas

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What do you think about camping? The great outdoors and fresh air? I can see why Baden Powell said ‘be prepared’!

 

Have your clothes & shoes ready for the early dash to the loo in the morning, make sure your bed is unzipped for the night to jump into as it’s bloody cold. Learn to undress in the dark & finally be thankfully you actually live in a house for 51 weeks a year !!!

 

Good night campers!!

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Family, loss, Uncategorized

So go and run free

In memory of my granddaughter Skye Lily

So go and run free

So go and run free with the angels
Dance around the golden clouds
For the lord has chosen you to be with him
And we should feel nothing but proud
Although he has taken you from us
And our pain a lifetime will last
Your memory will never escape us
But make us glad for the time we did have
Your face will always be hidden
Deep inside our hearts
Each precious moment you gave us
Shall never, ever depart
So go and run free with the angels
As they sing so tenderly
And please be sure to tell them
To take good care of you for me

Author unknown.

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Family, Inspiration, real life, Uncategorized

whats in a name?

Does  the name we are given stay with us for life? Not always! I’m asking because I didn’t realise how important a name is. When you become a grandparent, you have to have a different name, a name that is easy for your grand children to say, a name filled with love and laughter. A name that will reflect you, your personality and something that will roll off the tongue, and you will be remembered for this. My father in law is called Bampa. a lovely welsh name for grandfather. my children’s friends call him Bampa, their parents call him Bampa- and that is who he is!

So my husband is going to be called Gramps and after much deliberation I’m going to be called Nana. I didn’t want to be granny (I’m too young for that) nanny (that’s my mother in laws name) grandma…no.

That is until the little pickle that is my granddaughter finds her voice, and decides I’m going to be something else!

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Family, loss, real life, Uncategorized

A bitter sweet moment

The time when something good happens, only to have it whipped away and your heart is broken. When time stands still and the rollercoaster of your emotions take your breath away. When sadness is all you feel but you know you have to carry on for the life in front of you. The life so fragile you are afraid to pour on the love you feel in case it too is taken away.

This bitter sweet life is feisty and powerful. She will not give in, and kicks and cries at each beep and movement. She is loved over, cooed over, touched and whispered to.

Her long and elegant fingers stretching out for human touch, tiny hands grasp around your finger to tell you to be strong for her, for she is a fighter and each day will remember the time she shared the space with someone who couldn’t stay.

A little life who left too soon. Was here and then gone in the blink of an eye. But when she left took a part of your heart. You have the memory, the smell of the soft porcelain skin on her blanket and the pictures on your phone.

And the knowledge she will be loved as much as the feisty fighter who will carry the love forward.

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