I didn’t work this week. I saw some texts, but this week was about holding our family and myself together. This week has been hard. Hard for my beautiful aunty and uncle, hard as a sister, sister-in-law, as a mother, as a partner, as a friend.
My aunty and uncle said goodbye to their son this week. My uncle was the step father. You know what, labels are rubbish because he loved him like a son. Correction. Loves him.
My cousin was a soldier who died at work. Three days after he saw his mother. I just don’t know what to say. Stuart was an achiever and a great friend to his mates. He cared about people. He made a difference. Even if you ignored his personal and professional achievements, he put others in the shade with his impsct on people.
I have an uncle that would drop everything to help. My aunty is a self-made woman full of practical conversation and humour. She is a joy.
They lost him. He was young, strong, full of talent and purpose, beloved. There’s no way to make it better 😦
At Stuart’s funeral and his wake I saw my family gravitate together to support each other. My amazing sister-in-law is such a beautiful soil. Honestly, my brother is lucky to have her. She has been through so much, and manages to maintain her empathy. My other beautiful sister-in-law, always reliable to be there, was supportive and kind to her family.
My aunty went through the room, speaking of her son with an everlasting line of well – wishers. She comforted them. She held them, patted their backs. Thanked them for coming. It was remarkable. If i was in her place I just can’t imagine doing that. She was he image of strength and beauty. Wow.
The very next day our youngest has another surgery and general anaesthetic. The waiting is the worst. Next to that is encouraging my baby to lie on the operating table and breathe the strawberry gas so she can fall asleep.
The waiting. The silent worry. I sit in the waiting room and repeatedly check that my phone call volume is turned up. Pace the floor. Check the phone.
She comes through. We are home. Ready for recovery. The post-operative treatment is extremely painfull. It will continue for ten days at least.
Drawing with cats
I had booked this art class prior to knowing my daughter’s surgery date. Dad was home in time so I actually went. What a night. After a huge week, I learnt the technical aspects of drawing cats at the Cat Café in Red Hill. It was really lovely.
Tomorrow is s brand new day. Wish me luck. Hope you are well and joyful and enjoying your wonderful life, whatever it looks like. Xx