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Beacons

Sunday, August 22nd, 2010


Of late my mind is quite strange.
I can hear some people saying this is perfectly normal for me, to them I would say screw you, that’s not what I mean and you know it!
;)
I’m referring not so much to my state of mind, but rather how it’s been going off on it’s own little tangents without any warning.
Today it’s firmly entrenched in what I refer to as life altering times.
Moments of clarity which stay with you forever, and have the ability to change your entire life or the way you think, whether you want to or not.
These are moments that force changes, sometimes good, others not so good.
I’ll admit life is in a constant state of change for most people, and in that respect, I’m no different.
I am grateful that as a person I’m able to adapt to these things.
If we couldn’t adapt, we would drown in life itself I believe.
I’ve had many moments of clarity in my life, and every one of those moments is as clear today as the day they happened, so I thought to share just a few of the most important ones with you.
These are not in chronological order, they’re more in one of impact.
Obviously, the very first thing that comes to mind is the death of my mother.
There are few events in a 13 year old’s life which would have the impact this did.
Her death set off a chain of events that essentially shaped the rest of my life, because I can assure you, as a female, growing from a teenager to an adult without a mother to guide you is at best, difficult.
You have noone to point you in the right direction, nor anyone to advise you what’s right and wrong morally or physically, so the chance of making mistakes is higher than average.
My biggest regret, other than the obvious loss, is doubtlessly missing out on seeing her with my children and in turn, their children.
Enough said on that one I think.
Second in line is another death, that of my grandfather.
Although I only had him for a short time {6 1/2 years} it was long enough to create a bond that has, in my heart, lasted to today, and in fact I can still conjure the feeling of safety he engendered in me.
Yes I’ll freely admit, I miss him badly even though he’s been gone for 46 years {that’s absolutely the little girl talking there isn’t it??}
My father remarrying so early after the death of my mother {6 months later} is once again, an event that helped shape the rest of my life.
I refuse to go into details, suffice to say at {many} times, it’s been a decidedly unpleasant scenario, one which continues even today and still impacts on the relationship I have with my father.
It goes without saying the births of my children were 100% life altering, and again, still effects my life every single day, but in a good way, as I’m sure every parent would agree it does.
As a parent, we see our children as our babies, regardless of age, however, if you seriously want to see them as adults, watch them give birth.
Mark and I were privileged to be present when Zoe was born, and in fact I cut her cord, but I can assure you, it is not something I am in any hurry to repeat!
My pride in seeing how Kelly dealt with childbirth knows no bounds, however it was a moment of clarity like no other.
No more could I ever think of her as a girl.
She was, from that moment forward, without doubt, a woman.
Yes, she is still my little girl in some ways because they always need their mother {as did I many times through my life} but she’s not my little girl any more.
Quite contradictory I know, but truthful all the same.
It was no different other than the geography when Tasha and Melissa became mothers.
No more were they my babies.
With babies of their own, they were no longer apprentice people as I see young adults.
They were fully fledged.
I believe watching our children grow presents most of our life altering times.
It gives us an insight into how our parents felt watching us grow, and it it also gives us a greater appreciation of what our parents did in times which were not easy by today’s standards, and in some cases, the sacrifices they made.
In my adult life, besides the girls becoming mothers, the one thing that stands out head and shoulders above everything else is the day I met Mark.
I can recall every single detail and word from that day almost 16 years ago.
You want to talk about life altering, well let me tell you, I cannot begin to describe the difference it’s made to my life.
The good that has come from not only meeting, but marrying him?
Not possible to list them all here.
He is my sun, moon and stars and I love him beyond reason, no matter what.
Other things that come to mind are far away people I’ve met in recent years.
I credit these people with many positive things in my life as well.
A new way of thinking, seeing and believing are but some of the off shoots, and again, I couldn’t begin to tell you the ways this has shaped my life of late.
There have been more but the ones I have here are the big ones, those which have had the biggest impact.
Feel free to voice some of the beacons in your life, but please don’t feel obligated.
To speak of these things is not easy as I well know, but my mind has been rampant with them lately, and I needed to get them out there in the hope it will silence my mind.
I hope your weekend is treating you as well as mine is being to me.

The fog has lifted

Wednesday, March 24th, 2010


I have a firm belief that as we ascend into heaven, there are angels who sing.
In the last 24 hours these angels will have sung one of the sweetest songs they could as they welcome into their embrace a beloved husband, father and grandfather.
One who has suffered far too much, for far too long.
As the angels embrace him, he will look over their wings to see his beloved Ginny, bathed in sunlight, smiling, waiting for her chance to embrace the man she has missed for nearly 5 years.
He is at peace, his mind is clear, and he smiles, because the fog has lifted.
Finally the sun shines again for him.
Our thoughts are tonight in Boston with a family who while mourning, are also feeling a sense of relief that suffering has ended, and give thanks for the sunshine that bathes their loved ones as they are reunited in eternal peace.

RIP Wally
5/23/29 – 3/23/10

Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
Matthew 5:4

{{{hugs}}} for you all.
We’re unable to communicate how badly we want to be there with, and for you, but please know we are there 150% in spirit as you traverse this sad time.

RIP dear friend

Saturday, March 13th, 2010


You were always there for me.
It didn’t matter what time of the day or night it was, you stood ready to fulfill my needs.
Never once did you complain, you just did what you had to, in order to make me feel better.
You were never judgmental either, and that’s rare these days.
There was no warning of what was going to happen is the thing.
The dismay as I realised what had happened was hard.
Very hard.
The black void we all fear our friends entering.
Your time had come, and there was nothing I could do.
Mark tried to revive you but couldn’t, and that was when I knew you were gone, because if Mark could do nothing, there was nothing to be done.
He has the power of life over these things normally, but not this time.
You were gone and that’s all there was to it.
We had a small ceremony for you, with just Mark and I, and it was quite solemn, just the way you would have wanted.
There was only one thing that hit me when we had it.
The dull thud as you hit your final resting place jolted me.
It echoed in my head for hours.
The one thing you always let me do was use you and I appreciated that more than anything, until it came to me.
You were made for me to use.
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It’s what we do with electric kettles!
Useless piece of modern crap!
I’m gonna replace you today, so stuff ya!