Today brings us the sad news that Whitney Houston has died now I'm not going to harp on about her life or it's tragic downward spiral you'll read enough of that in every paper! For me the loss of anyone so young, someone in so much pain that they can no longer put their child or their life first is devastating and tragic no matter who they are.
All I want to do is share why it personally means something to me and why I will always remember her
My love is your love was our first dance at our wedding so thank you Miss Houston and may you rest in peace.
Whitney Elizabeth Houston 1963-2012
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memories. Show all posts
Sunday, 12 February 2012
Friday, 20 January 2012
I did it playing football, honest!
My previous post reminded me of all the little accidents my son had while out playing mostly down to him not thinking things through, remember the chilli incident well it's the same son! says it all really.
I lost track of the times he came in limping claiming to have hurt his foot/ankle/leg while kicking a football and I'm sure on some occasions this was the case but thinking about them out playing reminded me of one particular incident where he claimed to have twisted his ankle playing football!
My father-in-law is a minister and one Sunday after church we had gone into the house to catch up,have something to eat etc and quite often the children would play for a while out in the church courtyard, the living room was on the first floor and the house had a ground floor extension to one side of the back door and a large shed to the other( trying to paint a picture here for you!) anyway we were all sat there in the living room, drinking tea, chatting and all of a sudden we all stop, "did you all just see that?" I ask in hope I was wrong, maybe my vision is failing, perhaps someone spiked my tea, well you never know! "yes we saw that" was the reply from all! What they had seen was my then 9 year old son leaping across from one building to another I kid you not we're othe first floor and I see my small child pass by the window! After the shock subsided I went to run down down to find him, scold him, hoping he's ok etc and before I could make it out the door in he walks 'limping!' "what have you done?" I ask waiting to see if he will tell me, "I twisted my ankle when I kicked the football" he says rather too sheepishly "really?" I say "So it has nothing to do with the fact that you just leapt across from the kitchen to the shed?" his face changes "how did you know?" "see that big rectangle thing up there, it's a window and you can see through them!" "oops" was all he had to say with a silly grin on his face!
We often caught him jumping off walls, one time a small building but unless he saw us he would still try and tell us "I did it playing football!"
I lost track of the times he came in limping claiming to have hurt his foot/ankle/leg while kicking a football and I'm sure on some occasions this was the case but thinking about them out playing reminded me of one particular incident where he claimed to have twisted his ankle playing football!
My father-in-law is a minister and one Sunday after church we had gone into the house to catch up,have something to eat etc and quite often the children would play for a while out in the church courtyard, the living room was on the first floor and the house had a ground floor extension to one side of the back door and a large shed to the other( trying to paint a picture here for you!) anyway we were all sat there in the living room, drinking tea, chatting and all of a sudden we all stop, "did you all just see that?" I ask in hope I was wrong, maybe my vision is failing, perhaps someone spiked my tea, well you never know! "yes we saw that" was the reply from all! What they had seen was my then 9 year old son leaping across from one building to another I kid you not we're othe first floor and I see my small child pass by the window! After the shock subsided I went to run down down to find him, scold him, hoping he's ok etc and before I could make it out the door in he walks 'limping!' "what have you done?" I ask waiting to see if he will tell me, "I twisted my ankle when I kicked the football" he says rather too sheepishly "really?" I say "So it has nothing to do with the fact that you just leapt across from the kitchen to the shed?" his face changes "how did you know?" "see that big rectangle thing up there, it's a window and you can see through them!" "oops" was all he had to say with a silly grin on his face!
We often caught him jumping off walls, one time a small building but unless he saw us he would still try and tell us "I did it playing football!"
Friday, 13 January 2012
Happy Birthday My Angel
Today would have been the 21st birthday of my first born daughter, Naomi Elizabeth Tamar, my first daughter after 2 boys, my precious little bundle who died at just 3 weeks old from Sudden infant death syndrome, my whole world turned upside down but I don't want to talk about that today, today I just want to celebrate her birthday. People around me rarely mention her,(except one dear friend who I thank so much for remembering, if you read this it means the world to me) I suppose for fear of upsetting me but sometimes it upsets that they don't it's almost like she didn't exist but she did and there's not a day when she doesn't cross my mind, I've had 4 more daughters since losing Naomi and I have watched them grow and reach milestones and counted everyday day with them as a blessing ( even with the teenage tantrums!) and I've often wondered what she would have been like and I shed tears often but today on what would be a big milestone I just want to remember and celebrate her birth 21 years ago today though the tears happen less often she will always be in my thoughts and in my heart.
And anyone who does know someone who has lost a child do talk to them about their child the chances are they might cry but the chances also are that they will be happy that you remember them.
And anyone who does know someone who has lost a child do talk to them about their child the chances are they might cry but the chances also are that they will be happy that you remember them.
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