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Now half term is over, rather than a track of my years, I am going to give you the track of our week. The song that has accompanied us on our road trip and fun Whitsum wanderings
This week I thought I would tell you about my song for Mini, as I already told you about Maxi’s. I had a difficult pregnancy with my number two child as I suffered from hyperemesis gravidarum through out it (just like with Maxi) and MadDad had to give me thrice daily injections to try and reduce the sickness, however this was compounded with a relocation 350 miles back to our native North East whilst 6 months pregnant and looking after Maxi (who was only 15 months when Mini was born). So I spent a lot of time sleeping when Maxi was sleeping or being sick when I wasn’t asleep!
Lots of people have first dances at weddings or “their song”. This is something that MadDad and I just dont have. We never did a first dance at our wedding, I know shoot me! Music filled my filled when I got together with MadDad, we went to various festivals, gis and listened endlessly to music
Tracks of my years, is a something I do to let my children have an insight in to me and my musical history and why certain songs mean so much to me. I would love to see you join in. All you need do is link any music post you might have done over the last week.
So last week I talked about the piece of music we used for mums funeral, this week I have decided to talk about Dad’s funeral.
My father died suddenly in November 2000 from an industrial accident. Due to injuries he occurred in the accident he had to be kept in a medical come (sedated and paralyzed) for 3 weeks before he turned septic just as the doctors thought he was improving. Over those three weeks, my mum stayed at the hospital and I visited him everyday (MadDad and I came back from Berkshire when mum rang the morning after his accident). I read to him, we played songs to him and most of all we talked to him and I told him everyday how much I loved him. As a family we made the decision to remove any life support on November 6 2000 and within a minute he was pronounced dead. He was 54 years old.
When mum died, we didn’t have any idea of what song to play at her funeral, there wasn’t just one song that jumped out at us, but then my brother came up with this version of over the rainbow and what a wonderful world and it just seemed so perfect. So many people complemented us on the choice.
This week with Prince William and Kate Middleton getting married my mind has been cast back to the day that Prince Charles and Lady Dianna Spencer got married, which was 29 July 1982. I vividly remember where I was nad what we were doing as a family.
This week I have been spending time with the boys and we have had some pretty long road trips, which has took me right back to the time I used to spend in the car with my mum and dad as I was growing up. we often travelled to Devon, Cornwall or Dorset on family holidays with the touring caravan and we would listen to dads cassettes in the car. Back in those days you didn’t have to wear seat belts and I have vivid memories of the back seat being turned in to a bed with the foot wells being filled with a cool box and then all the bedding, so that we could sleep as we travelled. I also remember winding the windows down and not being able to wind them back up again.
I started this blog as a record of my time with the Minimads. I started it as I wasn’t sure how much longer I would be with them and I wanted to leave them with an online journal of my thoughts, the things we were doing and a small window on my life. My blog has evolved over the years, as have I. I am no longer so scared that I am going to die, but I do still want the blog to be a window to my soul and give them a small insight in to the person who is their mummy.
I started this blog as a record of my time with the Minimads. When started I wasn’t sure how much longer I would be with them and I wanted to leave them with an online journal of my thoughts, the things we were doing and a small window on my life. My blog has evolved over the years, as have I. I am no longer so scared that I am going to die, but I do still want the blog to be a window to my soul and give them a small insight in to the person who they call mummy.