TO MY FRIENDS

I've been lurking today; both in blogworld, my email inbox and my comment box. Yes I have read them all; the posts, the poems, the heartfelt condolences and promises of support have not been overlooked. I am just not ready to answer them....be patient with me. I've shed many tears it is true...not only of sadness but of pride......... I've always been an emotionally person, wearing my heart on my sleeve...........The person that I truly am has been locked away for almost 2 years now as "strength, courage and fortitude" have been mantra. I had wondered that when the time came would I be able to "break" or would that stone wall hiding my emotions be an impenetrable barrier. Well it has broken many, many times today as I read the words my blog friends around the world had written.
But please don't think I have been sitting in abject misery surrounded by soggy tissues all day. The hospital bed has been pushed back against the wall, the hoist is in the hallway...not in full view all the time, the wheelchairs are tucked out of sight in the garage, my bed is now back upstairs in OUR bedroom, the living room has started to look more like OUR living room..........and all this done before breakfast!!!!
It's going to be a long, long time before all the reminders of Mick's illness are gone especially as it is the Easter weekend, this in itself will cause many delays..note I said reminders of Micks illness...not reminders of Mick himself.....they are my comforters. The reminders I want around me and the reminders I want carry in my heart will be reminders of the REAL Mick.
Over the next few days there are many more things I want to tell you about Friday evening and today.........so many of you have touched the life of Mick and Ruth and shared in our joys and sorrows....it won't be all doom and gloom ...you know me better than that!!!
For now though, before I pop over to the Easter Egg Hunt (thanks Claire for publishing today's clues) I want to share with you a poem that Kirsty, our twelve year old granddaughter, wrote about Mick a few days ago......(I did ask her first if she was happy for me to print it)

MY POEM

The person who I’ll never forget,
My grandad he’s the best,
He’s always helped me all the time,
He never ever made a mess.

Except from when he was painting,
You see that was his job,
He didn’t sit there doing nothing,
He wasn’t a lazy slob.

But now he can’t talk or walk,
Or do really anything,
But that don’t mean I do not care,
Because I still really love him.

There are some people, who just ignore,
They just sit there and stare,
But me and my grandad,
To be honest we don’t really care.

I know he can hear us,
Cos he gets tears in his eye,
When we read soppy cards,
Oh Grandad please don’t cry.

You’ll always have this little girl,
With the really frizzy hair,
But all that matters is just this,
I love you and I care.

Even when you’ve gone away,
I’ll think of you night and day,
I won’t forget the good times we’ve had,
We’ve never ever had any bad.

You’re always in my heart for ever,
Just you and me together,
We’ll skip along in my wonderland,
You and I hand in hand.

I love you so much,
Your golden touch,
Warms my heart,
Your 1st on my chart.