It’s Baby Loss Awareness Week this week. My heart goes out to anyone who loses any of their babies. No matter what age a child is parents, especially mothers, will see them as their ‘babies’. This post is dedicated to my mum.
Years can go by and yet you can never forget someone. You don’t forget their smile, their laugh, their ways. Even if you were at a much younger age than what you are now, there’s always something you can remember someone by.
This posts discovers my experience of the Manchester Memory Walk in Heaton Park on 17th September 2016.
On 21 May 2016, it was nine years since my loving grandad passed away. Therefore, I seemed it would be appropriate for me to write a post on the theme of losing someone. Our loved ones are very precious to us.
Though someone we love may have passed away, they are still alive in our hearts. It never gets easier but some people are able to feel a sense of acceptance. You never want to believe that someone has been taken away from us. But for as much as we love them and they love us, each know that deep down, they will both we thought of.
Our loved ones are never a thought away
Just like my granny and grandad’s grave says, ‘never a thought away, loved and missed everyday’. Always and forever.
Yesterday, my boyfriend had finished work and appeared at my house afterwards. He brought flowers – not just any kind – but blue because I always remember how my grandad used to be a Manchester City fan and then, red because he turned into a Manchester United.
Also, Daniel brought some purple flowers as that was the colour that my granny and grandad wore on their wedding day. Gestures like this make me think that Daniel was brought into my life for a reason. He reminds me so much of the generosity and love that my grandad had for everybody.
I’ll always miss them
I used to always wonder when I would get to the point where I would not cry when visiting my granny and grandad’s grave. Yesterday, I was proud to have stayed strong for about twenty minutes whilst Daniel and I shared a conversation at the cemetery. It was not until the point where Daniel looked at me and said,
You miss them don’t you?
And it got me. The tears came strolling down my face. I said to say goodbye with a smile and they know I will back to see them again soon.
Daniel lost his nana in December 2015, so for him to do something like this for me which is hard for him, really shows me how strong love can be. We tend to discuss our grandparents love stories and memories regularly. They are people who we both feel inspired by. And together, we wish to share a love as moving as theirs.
It’s okay to cry
I have learnt that it’s okay to cry. Everyone deals with things in their own way, and whether I cry or not, I still reminisce on the memories that brought so much joy into my life. We went on many adventures. What’s more is that, we shared the toughest time of our lives losing granny. I could not be more thankful for how grandad carried on for us, for his family.
The image of his love and kind-heartedness will never disappear from my mind.
We all have someone in mind when we think about that one person that would do anything for you. You do not even have to ask, they just do it from the bottom of their hearts because they know you so well.
So for the person/people who are in your hearts today, do that one thing for them and smile at the memories you shared together.
14 years ago, granny was taken away but remains in our hearts forever. She is loved and missed every day and I thought today is as good as any day to tell you why her and my grandad are my brightest shining stars at night.
When I was younger and in primary school, there was no stress.
There were tears – however, that was only on occasions such as, when I had fallen in the playground. The cuts and bruises were only something small.
My mum would give me some Germolene cream for my grazed knee and of course, we all used to be given a wet paper towel for those injuries in school.
Losing your loved ones is never easy. In the early hours of Sunday morning, a beautiful mother and nana was lay to rest. Her name was Kathleen. She was one of the loveliest and thoughtful women, who was the nana of her lovely grandchildren. One of these grandchildren is my boyfriend. In just over the two and a half years that I have known her, she always brought a smile to my face when entering and leaving the room.
Regardless of her illnesses, she was still the bubbly and talkative woman that everyone knew. She cared for her family, she attended church every week and she loved her cat Sooty very much. Now though, after all she has been through, the time had come for her to be lay to rest where she will now be reunited with the love of her life.
Your heart never lets go
The point of this post is not only to write about one of the loving and kind-hearted people who I have met but to point out how precious life is. You hear about things happening in the world, you do not think that they are going to happen to you. At other times, you are well aware that one day, something could happen but no matter how much you prepare for that moment it will never be the right time. Your heart never let’s go and a piece of hearts will always be with our loved ones.
I am very grateful for the light that you brought to my life at times when you reminded me of my granny. You’ll be missed and loved every day by your dearest family and friends.
Rest in peace Kathleen Sweeney.