December always sees me become sentimental and somewhat emotional, each year. Indeed, it would be fair to say, that over the Years..December hasnt been to kind to us. But somehow, through mainly the inner strength and willpower of my Wife... we as a Family, have pulled through. Four years ago, during that bad Winter. My older sibling, David had a stroke. I always remember, being told, how the ambulance crews tried in vain to get through the deep snow, to his house. The roads were untouched by the Council clearing vehicles. Fate you could call it or maybe lack of budget. Life changing for David, to see the least. But being a fighter and stubborn, hes managed to improve on all aspects, ranging from speech to mobility. He will always be my Big Brother and due to his strength and courage, one of my heros. A couple of years ago, also in December. We lost Rices Father, Alistair. We buried my Father in Law, on Christmas Eve. I recall having the kids at the Singing Kettle Show in the morning and making our way to drop them off with my Brother, straight after the Concert. So we could attend at the Crematorium. The next Day, being Christmas Day. We opened presents and dined as a family. Rice always insisted, through the whole period Its still Christmas, for the kids. I thought, what a remarkable and strong woman. Five years ago, Rice and I attended the Maternity Ward for a routine pregnancy scan. She was quite late on. To this day, I can clearly remember the look on the Physician, Dr Gordons face, as he painfully revealed Im afraid your babys not there...theres no heartbeat. We were both spellbound, then understandably, heartbroken. Dr Gordon advised that Rice would have to undergo a procedure. We were given a choice, Christmas Eve or into the New Year. We decided it would be best to get it over and done with, so she was taken in and operated on..on the Christmas Eve. Back then we only had Chong and my Ginger Stepson. But again..she said Its still Christmas for the kids. On Christmas Day, I could see she was in pain and very upset. But she kept strong and Christmas, was still special, for Yasmin and Robbie. Now, dont get me wrong, without the latter unfortunate occasion. We would not have been blessed with the arrival of our Son, Cheech. So we were eventually blessed, with something heavenly, even after all that pain. Were all only human, but what separates us from all other living things. Is that, no matter what shit, life shovels to us. We pick ourselves up, dust ourselves down and get on with it. Some of us, like my wife, are so strong, they are the ones that have to lead the way. Yesterday morning, Cheech and Chong were playing a game called Chocolate Fudge. You know the one ? Its where the person whom is It faces forward and everyone else has to sneak up behind them, without being seen moving. I laughed at their giggling, as Cheech pretended to be a statue and motionless. With all this laughter, I realised How ..there is light at the end of the tunnel and how blessed as a family, we really are. Its been heart wrenching at times. Im going to give them a Special Christmas. So forgive me, if I may seem to start a bit earlier than other folk. No doubt youll hear this a lot from me, over the next three weeks. But Christmas, will always be an emotional and sentimental time for me ...and all I simply want... Is the Best for everyone ... Happy Christmas to all our friends and family that supported us...and to you campers... Lets make this..... Our Year. God Blessx
Posted on: Tue, 09 Dec 2014 07:06:54 +0000
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