On nights when my heart is sore oh so sore, and the memories of you are so vivid – I thank God that I still have, and always will be able to hold onto those.
I so often lose my breath when I think of you, my first love, not being alive on earth – but Daddy I know you are so happy and in a much better place, looking down on us and guiding us, forever. Always my 911.
Pops, I was lucky 🍀 for 37 years to have you. Most don’t get that chance or a hero daddy like you.
My first love, though oh to dance with my father again.
“Our stories come from our lives and from the playwright’s pen, the mind of the actor, the roles we create, the artistry of life itself and the quest for peace.” – Maya Angelou
My favourite poet and an apt quote, Maya. In this pandemic when the playwrights pen seems to write in permanent ink worse news everyday.
When there seems to be no light in the darkness and we all feel as though we are drowning just below the surface of the water; unable to make that final pull to achieve that breath we so desperately need.
In these times of fear, trepidation, anxiety, panic. In this pandemic which has turned the world upside down and inside out.
We do all seek one thing, peace. Peace for ourselves, our loved ones. Peace for strangers losing family and friends daily.. minute by minute some by second.
It does feel as though we are actors on a stage. The play a horror story a nightmare that feels there will be no happy ending.
The only thing I can say during this time, if you have a loved one who is terribly ill. Who won’t recover and be the same.
If you are praying for a miracle, for healing, for life, for God to just restore your love.
Remember that sometimes that miracle, that healing and restoration is leaving this earth to spend forever with God. Healthy, happy and waiting for you to join them in eternity.
I know I should write more about my career, the products I use etc etc… but, my blog is not about that.
Perhaps it is a release from the everyday mundane world of work and beauty and striving to be ones best.
I like to think of it as a place where people in all walks of life can relate. Life is sometimes amazing and sometimes downright dismal.
I am blessed to have what some may call the “happy gene” but I must say Covid and this past years experiences have put a slight damper on a number of days for me; and I know for so many.
So… getting to the point. I love sharing anything I come across which touches my heart and soul or perhaps just my taste.
This is me sharing music. A passion. A love story. Music is just that rare and beautiful medium that conjures up every memory, feeling, mood and experience we have gone through and are yet too.
It is also a beautiful piece and so apt for the times we live in right now. it’s the most beautiful cover of a Finneas song about a lady who loses her husband to Covid. It is sad and tragic but absolutely magical and a memory for her and all who have lost someone, to savor for all time.
I still need to write your whole story… the story of a legend in every walk of life. Most of all the story of my Pops.My Daddy.My Protector.My First Love.
It will happen, I’m just a bit scared to start as I know the tears won’t stop. For now this is just a short excerpt of a day missing you so very much.
This is the price you pay for having a great father. You get the wonder, the joy, the tender moments – and you get the tears at the end, too.
Today you popped up on Facebook.
Pops I just wish so often you could pop up in this crazy world. Will the grief ever end no matter how strong we try to be and how happy we know you are.
Will thinking I see you somewhere and realise I haven’t with a drop of my heart ever become a reality that you are gone forever.
Today was a day.
Tears poured.
Yet I always make myself remember YOU my dear daddy were and looking down from Heaven still are, a good good father.
I adore and miss you with an aching heart.
I love you with an infinity which we will spend together. Until then I crave you always.
“When you are looking at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.”….
You were the first person I fell head over heels in love with,momma.
The one I first opened up my eyes too and knew that I would be loved by, a Heavenly angel forever to take care of me.
I am not blessed to have you as a mom, I am the luckiest girl in the world. No two like you were created and I get the perfection that was.
The entire world family, friends and strangers alike would, without a doubt say; you are the epitome of everything good in this world.
Beauty Grace Selflessness Love Unconditional Muse
You truly are the rarest of gems, God spent his time polishing to perfection.
This world would be an empty space without you as you light up and fill every room you walk into, with beauty, dignity, love, holiness and light.
Dad, was always (in his own grumpy way) head over heels for you. He would be so proud of all you are doing to keep us afloat and strong.
Momma you make loving easy.
That’s why this love can’t sit still and is so full – it’s a skip to the sun, a jump to the moon perhaps a little leap to Mars, straight up to the Milky Way and the Heavens above and right down to the depths of our incredible oceans.
An Ordinary Girl On An Extraordinary Journey Through Life 