Chiquitita, Tell Me What's Wrong...
May. 14th, 2009 07:07 pmThose who know me well, know that underneath the bearish exterior, the inner koala just wants to be loved and hugged. And so it is this evening as I eat a bowl of Apple Pie and Ice Cream. And sniffing back the tears. And wanting me mam.
It's OK; I have just had a crappy day at work and am not sleeping properly for reasons that I cannot fathom and probably should have a chat with the doctor about.
It's OK; I have just had a crappy day at work and am not sleeping properly for reasons that I cannot fathom and probably should have a chat with the doctor about.
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Tio Åren Efter...
Feb. 11th, 2009 07:33 pm1999 was a peculiarly landmark year in my life. Two big events and other bits of drama.
1. I finally left the closet.
2. My mother died.
The other drama - My dad's 60th birthday, at which few knew what my mother was going through, including my sister and myself. The arrival of my first niece. Having to cut off two supposed friends for being unable to let me grieve. And my first boyfriend.
In some ways, I am hoping 2009 not to be so dramatic. Although some drama "in a good way" would be nice...
1. I finally left the closet.
2. My mother died.
The other drama - My dad's 60th birthday, at which few knew what my mother was going through, including my sister and myself. The arrival of my first niece. Having to cut off two supposed friends for being unable to let me grieve. And my first boyfriend.
In some ways, I am hoping 2009 not to be so dramatic. Although some drama "in a good way" would be nice...
Memories...
May. 25th, 2008 10:20 am
Went to visit my grandparents yesterday; now that I can actually get to them by bus rather than train. Okay, so it requires 4 buses, but that's not the point. The point is that I can do it. I also had a little help getting there as Nick was heading over to Rugeley that morning anyway, so I got a lift all the way virtually. Sat in their sitting room, I had a whole wave of nostalgia wave over me; on the sideboard, the largest picture was of my mom. However, life goes on and my grandparents are happily thriving; muttering about their aches and pains, but still very much here. And aquiring an ever greater legion of great-grandchildren it would seem, with at least two more on the way from my cousins.
Falling Down The Rabbit Hole...
Aug. 31st, 2006 08:17 pmJust been flicking through my copy of "What The Bleep - Further Down The Rabbit Hole". I don't even begin to pretend to understand the physics behind it; it's more the message that seems to filter down through my conciousness. And remembering ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
elric_dewisant and the Baghdad Theatre.
Addendum 9/1/2006 06:51 Dreamt about staying in the Holiday Inn Express last night, with my mother in the entourage...
elric_dewisant and the Baghdad Theatre. Addendum 9/1/2006 06:51 Dreamt about staying in the Holiday Inn Express last night, with my mother in the entourage...
Just An Earthbound Misfit, I...
May. 12th, 2006 10:35 amThe one thing I must never lose sight of is the number of people who love me.
Humor In The Unlikeliest Of Places...
Mar. 22nd, 2006 09:34 amFound this icon on a livejournal somewhere recently, which brought to mind the day mom died. I'd been up to the hospital to see her, and her sister, Liz, who is a nurse, more or less spelt it out that mom was not long for this life. Anyway, I was back at my sisters house and just after midnight the phone rang. Calmly, I thought to myself "There's only one reason why the phone would ring at midnight" and got up to wait for my sister who confirmed my thoughts. We hugged, she told me that Liz and dad were on the way back from the hospital. Then she said "I suppose we'd better do the British thing. I'll make a pot of tea...!"
Pause for Thought...
Nov. 10th, 2004 07:18 pm...Christine Gladys Mary Brittain (née Mitchell) would have been 61 today. Happy Birthday Mum, wherever you are...
Dark In Here, Isn't It?
Jul. 15th, 2003 06:07 pmThe last two nights dreams have involved death. Sunday night involved my Mom; we knew precisely when she was going to die, and I tried to do my damndest to stop it from happening. Monday night, my father died in front of me and there was nothing I could do to stop it. But I kept blaming myself for it.
Strange.
Strange.
Any Explanations, Dream Readers?
Mar. 30th, 2003 07:24 amOkay, had a wierd dream last night. I was riding in a car with my mom in A.N. unidentified British town, when we drove past a pub. Douglas and Eric were sat outside and for some reason, Douglas had shaved off his moustache...
Any thoughts?
Any thoughts?
