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Posts from the “Farewell” Category

Over the Rainbow

Posted on August 24, 2017

I’m sad; plain and simple. Today was the first time I’ve ever been to Rainbow and not gone to Grans house. It was surreal, not having her there in real life, supporting us like she has always done. It was strange not seeing ‘dog turds’ and her biscuits on the Church Hall tables after the committal. I’m also grateful, for so many things. She knew I loved her. I had 42 years with her, that’s longer than I had with mum. My boys knew her well and loved her dearly, their little Granny Mart. My love of cooking is because of her. Christmas Day will always have the “men do the dishes” rule, because Granny Mart said. So many things I love about her.…

Marchelly-with the jelly belly.

Posted on July 4, 2016

While we all meander through our years on this Earth; flicking through our childhood days of laughter and school, then leaping on into our teens with awkward body changes and mind-blowing thoughts, it’s not long before we are lobbed smack bang into our twenties where we generally find our soulmates and settle down into ‘our’ life. You quickly hit your thirties and you just expect to keep pushing on, growing wrinkles and grey hair, parenting a bunch of kids, or watching nieces and nephews grow up before your eyes,  and then grandkids come along and the rest is history. This is what we all expect. This is what doesn’t always happen…

Peggy

Posted on March 3, 2015

I sat with my mother in-law a couple of days ago, sipping our cuppas and chatting. She’s currently grieving the loss of her mother, Peggy and my heart hurts for her. We are all grieving. We all grieve differently and what is normal to one, is completely alien to another. Death can either bond a family together or rip it apart. You hear it time and time again, and it’s true. Rip or fold. Throw or hold. Peggy lived a long life of ninety one years. She married only once, bore seven children and saw dozens of grand children, great-grandchildren and great, great-grandchildren join the world. The last third of her ninety plus years was on her own after the loss of her husband, Stan aka Grampy. Over the…