Dear Dad, It is your first birthday without us; your first heavenly birthday... the last few days have seen me thinking back and remembering this time last year. From April onwards things went so fast, but your birthday was spent with you – not as much as I would have liked, but we got to present you with a beautiful family portrait, a collection of memories from Christmas 2016. It is a picture I still treasure, and we need to get it framed as well; still haven’t managed to do this (typical)... I don’t think any of us had any real idea just how ill you were by then, and how quickly time would take you – I am glad we didn’t know then, I think it would have broken my heart; just knowing it was your last birthday with us was enough to deal with on that day.
Last year was spent with you, trying to take in everything about you for future memories – future days without you; this year your birthday is probably going to be spent discussing headstones, memorials and other such cold, hard facts.…
One of my passions has always been to help people; and basically whatever I was going through at any given stage, that was the area of 'passion' I thought that I would help people in longer term; whether it be through counselling, health, allergies, nutrition... But as I have worked through these issues in my own life, and let them go - my passion for 'helping' people in this area, also dwindled and died as I moved on. But the deep desire, the over-riding goal, to help people in some form or another, has never died.
For me it has always been a case of coming alongside people, and helping them work through things together - I have never been interested in big group meetings, or the theoretical aspect; the 'dream' has always been to gently walk beside someone(s) on their journey, quietly encouraging them and teaching them everything I have learnt, in the hope that it inspires and encourages them.
As time has gone on - I have come to understand that people need help…
Well... maybe not feed me; as I tend to do the cooking - but need me, now that's a different story!
I am going intersperse this post with wedding photos - just for the heck of it! A very emotional groom waiting... Thirteen years my love... and I still remember bits of it like it was yesterday; but we're getting so old now, that other parts are fading around the edges a bit 😂😂! Maybe it's time we dusted off the old photos and movie, and reminisced a bit tonight!
One of my all-time favourite wedding photos. So - what have we accomplished in thirteen years; * Two amazing little people * A Mortgage * A Cat * Two Guinea Pigs
24th December 2016 Looking at it in black and white (well, purple and white), it seems so boring and dull... normal really! But there is so much more behind those statements than what you can read -
* We have survived and beaten Hidradenitis Supporativa * We have survived and beaten anxiety * We have survived and beaten Postnatal Depression * We have survived and beat…