IT goes without saying mums are the ones who teach us love and care...and dads are there to show u discipline. Some do both, Id like to say I had that balance although my dad was an a** I respected both for what to be and not to be.
When I lost my dad I didn't care, never loved him, but my mum was the biggest shock. As kids,teenagers and into our 30 we don't see them as passing, so take things for granted.....don't !. ,
I was going through some old stuff and found the speech I wrote for her funeral...thought I'd share.
Jeremy clarksons mum invented Paddington bear
Mike nesbit mum from the monkees invented tipex
My mum ? She invented the single finger twix, the two bar kit Kat and an apple that looks like a potato
You see my mum her loved food, and she loved mine to. How my mum discovered these new inventions was simple. When I started my first job at 15 she made me packed lunches.. And as she was placing the sandwiches and 2 bar twix into my pack, she would come over all peckish, and one finger of twix was swiftly eaten before the lid was closed.
As time went on two bars from a 4 bar kit Kat would be found, some days just bread and butter..no filling ! When I asked mum she'd say..oh did I forget to put filling in, how we laughed, and so did my work collueges.
Every day they would wait to see me open my box. Mum got wind of this and one day there was bite marks in my sarnies and another day just a potato , nothing else.
But the real reason for this was mum was hungry, dad had left us and no support, sometimes she had no money for the filing of my sandwiches, yet hid it from me and made a joke of it. I was earning £21 a week then and gave her all my money.
I've dreaded this day all my life, none of us here realise the huge void that has been left in front of us all with mums passing. She suffered so much yet she never ever complained , hid her pain from us all, ever the mother trying to protect us all.
Mum would always asked me if I took sugar in my tea, for over thirty years, yes mum I take one...what I would give now to be at mums house, her asking me if i took sugar, something that irritated me,but something I will never hear from her again.
I know time is a healer but I also know we will be without our rock to guide us, comfort, our world was so rich with her around, nothing can ever replace that.
.....I cried the whole time I read that out...as did most listening..as did I writing it today.
My message is very simple...don't take the ones you love for granted....if you live far..go see them...call them every week...when they are gone...they are gone.
You don't really get to choose your relatives, but that is no reason to associate with them. Sometimes DNA explains a lot more than you might really want to know. It seems that the holidays brings out the greedy, gift mongers, from under all of the rocks and out of all of the caves, and down from all of the trees hereabouts.
This is why I sincerely believe in Sasquatch, some of them live in my family trees. And we won't even get started on the subject of their "off-spring", (HEAVY on the term OFF .) My relatives are so evil that they have even been thrown out of the county jail!
I've got a couple of female (and I use the term female VERY loosely) cousins that started into PMS at about ten years old, and have gone severely downhill from then on... of course their mothers, (all inlaws, everyone) turned up when the state of Oregon closed down all of the mental institutions. (something about budget cuts)
This year for Christmas, before giving any handouts, I have requested picture ID's and proof of DNA, just to be prudent. (Just because you show up covered with hair and mud doesn't prove anything...) And if you are packing a weapon you become highly suspect... of just about everything.
Well, enough of this holiday spirit stuff, I have to arm all of my booby traps, (for all of the little boobys...) I get a kick out of how they squeal when they fall into them...
Merry Christmas and to all a good night...
I'm a bit of a gypsy, and have moved I think 22 times since I was born - when I bought my current little house, which is quite an ugly little house, I thought oh well, it will be fine for a year or two. Thirteen years later ... I got home from work today to find a big box on the doorstep. Wait until Christmas to open it? Aye, that'll be right!
This ugly little house is now crammed with memories. I brought favourite stuff with me when I moved to the UK, inherited more when my father died, then when my mother did, things from my childhood that I had loved. My daughter's room is like a time warp of her life, unnerving for visitors perhaps but she loves it when she comes to stay. Changes and improvements for my comfort have been made by people who cared about my happiness. It isn't even that ugly any more - some bits are now downright pretty. And the big box contained a fire to dress up the lounge.
Love it.
and so does the dog
Memories can be happy or sad. I choose happy.
To me, go well has such a beautiful meaning. It says, be careful where you go, don’t get hurt, please don’t let others walk all over you. Walk tall. It’s also a gentle message that says , I care. When you go I will see you again, it doesn’t sound as final as goodbye. It also says you have a friend in me. You are in my heart, thoughts and prayers. Always. Without you life will be dull. You have a special place in my heart and life. May your first step in 2015 be fearless. May the rest of the new year be filled with beautiful colours.
So... go well!
All I ever wish for in life is to be happy with Christ, a lovely job, a nice home, and a loving family that I can always look forword to go home to when the day is over that's I ever asked for.
Incredibly beautiful here today - hard frost overnight rimming everything with white, blue skies, and the temperature climbed to the dizzying heights of 1 degree C.
I went shopping, stocked up, bought cards and a couple of gifts and was bombarded with cheesy carols throughout.
So - decided to push the boat out and actually do some decorating for the season. Let's see, now, where is everything?
I know I had everything in 3 packing cases. Basic, half-hearted, and the whole shebang. I can find the tree. And I can find the whole shebang box. Don't want the whole shebang, but I cannot find the other 2 boxes, which is a pain because one contains the tree decorations.
They might, oh dear, be in the attic. Anyone prepared to pop round and go up into the dark cold scary attic (I will hold the wobbly ladder) and get them for me?
All of us have wishes, desires and hopes for Christmas or even in ordinary days...
All my wishes, desires and hopes for this year came true and I couldn't ask for more...happier life, healthy happy family, great beautiful son, good job,happy talkative parrot, new apartment, new life, in a happier relationship...so looking forward to a very merry Christmas...
What else could I ask for...nothing!
What are your special wishes for this Christmas ?
Whatever your wishes and desires for this Christmas, I hope they will all come true
I am not writting "Be a Hero for ourselves" as it means 'us' where there are other people around. It would be good enough if we could be a hero for ourself, one me, one you. I believe there are many ways to be a hero for ourself. For me, the easiest way is to be honest to myself, mean that I am brave enough to tell things like they are, to admit my own feeling.
When a question of why am I still here in dating site? In the beginning, 3 years ago when I just registered myself in cs, it was to find a matching man. The fact that I found him not in CS but from other group called Inter Nations, it doesn't then make me decide to leave CS. Why...? Cause I found something else in CS. I am not making a friendship in CS, if you see my friends list, I only have 2 people and even we don't exchange messages but for sure they have my supports in all ways and when they come to my country and to my city specifically, it is guaranteed that I would be their local guide. For those who always have good intention and attention to others -not only to me, you are noted in my mind and my heart and my doors are open for you.
I read blogs pretty much regular. There was a time when I had so much ideas to write and to share in a blogs room, even about my private things. But what I enjoy so much is to observe how people express themselves through their blogs (as much as I do). Through their blogs and comments we could indirectly recognize their characters. Some people are so open minded, some are narrrow minded. Some are very wise, some are not, some are very friendly and some are very sarcastic.
In any case, this is a virtual world where the freedom is guaranteed by God Himself. Prejudices and biases could be built easily without any references, simply they know us in person or just base on word that other people told them.
We we also notice, some people could not stand to receive complains and critics, they select and keep things that please them.
I don't hope you anything but be happy and be hero for yourself....