Sorry a bit of Linney indulgence today, I've given the rabbits 🐇 🐇 the festive break off. Normal eclectic rubbish will be resumed next week.
Six years ago today John, my rock died. I thought I would not be able to carry on but my family and friends kept me going. My son and I toasted him with friends this lunchtime and talked about the good times past. I still miss him in a way I never thought possible.
I can now remember his many, many good points, I can now remember his exceedingly annoying habits, all of which he would have denied. I can now remember him with a smile and a warm glow. He admitted he was grumpy, a baton I have taken up, but I hope in his way, a special humourous way. Unless I bought a puppy when he didn't talk to me for three weeks and was grumpy and belligerent until he realised he loved the little golden scrap called Ledley - who was not so small when he grew into his full labrador size.
Grief is a difficult beast one that visits us all in one way or another, but one we need to embrace and learn to cohabit with. This post is not a how to post, just a very short one to remember my rock who helped me in so, so many many ways. What I will say is that time does heal and reduces the sharp devasting pain of the first few months. Although, it does not wipe out the pain completely. Time is a great healer is a well used phrase. When grief first knocks you want to ignore and disregard the thought, it just can't be possible. I didn't want time to gallop away I wanted it to stop to keep John nearer me. If the pain went I would forget him and everything he meant to me. Time was important I was upset with him that he died before the New Year. In the beginning I felt he had died last year when it was only three days ago. I know this paragraph makes little sense, however that is how I felt. It is something I may write more about in the New Year.
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Although, I am not convinced Paul Hollywood from the Great British Bake Off really does think me and my writing are beautiful, even if he does use another name, the picture was clearly his. I would strongly suggest he pays for an eye test. 😜😂🙁🙄😉😉
Prompt - very much tongue in cheek
What would name you call yourself if you:
Wanted to be 20 years younger
Just wanted a change
Were on the run for some reason and what is the reason?
My daughter Sarah called herself Becky for a whole year at school when she was 8 years old. The school went along with her. She was having a tough time at school, but her teachers made her feel special.
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Big hugs and so glad you are finding time is letting you remember both the lovely and the annoying bits! My daughter is a big one for changing names. We called her Katie, but then when she was eight she announced she wanted to be Liz (her name was Katherine Elizabeth) because Katie was shy, and she wasn't shy any more. (Wishful thinking on her part, but it was very brave of her to insist on this.) Then at some point she became Ashley, married, so became Ashley A.....her husband's last name. But when divorced, she kept the Ashley, but dropped his last name and came up with an entirely new last name--from some star wars character she liked at the time! Have no idea if this is permanent, but I have always been delighted to follow her down whatever name change rabbit hole she has gone down!
This is a lovely post Jo 🥰 for some mad reason, I've always said I'd love to be called Constance 🤣 I've no idea why, I just love the sound of the name/word and with the whole 'Karen' thing nowadays, maybe how's the time to change! Wishing you good health and happiness in 2025 x