What a difference a day makes...
Crumbs, I hadn't planned on writing tonight but I have got a grating feeling that if I don't do something I'm going to blow! So my poor peeps your stuck with me :)
Well as thhe title suggests, what a difference a day makes, exactly 24 hours ago, I was heading to bed, having enjoyed watching a couple of episodes from Haven season 1, accompanied with a large glass of wine. My only care in the world was that I was back at work tonight.
But unfortunately, I received a call from my cousin this morning to tell my Dad that my uncle had died very unexpectedly last night. This came as a big shock to my dad, to look at him you wouldnt know it but I could see it in his eyes. My uncle Michael, is/was my dad's brother in law, who married my dads eldest sister. My aunt is someone my dad cares & loves very much, she hadn't had an easy life being the eldest of 10 children born in the early 1900s into a Catholic family in Northern Ireland. But she went on to marry Michael and had 3 children; however, in recent years she has struggled with various illnesses including something similar to Alzheimer's (if I'm being honest at this point we had been expecting a call to say she had passed on.)
Well I'm working a 12 hour night shift tonight my Dad will pick me up in the morning then my poor brother is driving 2.5 hr to get to our house, then the 3 of us will be heading to the ferry in Scotland which is another 4/5 hours depending on traffic. Then after a 2 hr ferry journey across the Irish sea we will drive for about another 2/3 hours to get to my cousins house. I'm assuming there will be a wake tomorrow evening. It is going to be a long day. I'm not complaining, as there will be many making long journies, if not tomorrow then for the funeral on Monday.
Work have been really good about it as I'm meant to be working tomorrow and Monday night but apparently I get 1 days paid leave when a close relative dies and a very kind friend has said she will swap her shift so that she will work Monday night and I will do her Thursday evening.
One thing that upsets me is that my Dad is 70 and he is the youngest of his 9 siblings, we said goodbye to my uncle Frankie at his funeral on Wednesday (he was my Mam's cousin) there are only 3 left on her side. Though I'm only 29 I feel like I'm running out of time, not that I might keel over and die, but that those people who can tell me about the past, my past are not getting any younger. I feel that I'm missing out, but unfortunately, it's hard to ask things of those still here, in fear of upsetting them.
So in the space of the past 24 hours I have gone from wine and Haven enduced happy feelings to antsy, maudlin and worried :(
Hopefully after 2 deaths in 2 weeks, things will return to 'normal' at least for a little while.
I have to admit that I am a getting nervous about the creative writing course I have signed ul for, it starts a week on Monday and there is already a little voice in the back of my head filling me with doubt and saying I should pull out. I hope I can hold on to the courage of my ambitions and go through with it. The course is just a small step hopefully giving me confidence to go on to bigger things. Fngers crossed.
Oh and if things do get bad over the next few days I'm going to try and work on my blog about 'August' the elephant in the room. That should put a smile on my face.
Talk to you song my ever friendly sounding board, wishing you well and sending happy thoughts x
Well as thhe title suggests, what a difference a day makes, exactly 24 hours ago, I was heading to bed, having enjoyed watching a couple of episodes from Haven season 1, accompanied with a large glass of wine. My only care in the world was that I was back at work tonight.
But unfortunately, I received a call from my cousin this morning to tell my Dad that my uncle had died very unexpectedly last night. This came as a big shock to my dad, to look at him you wouldnt know it but I could see it in his eyes. My uncle Michael, is/was my dad's brother in law, who married my dads eldest sister. My aunt is someone my dad cares & loves very much, she hadn't had an easy life being the eldest of 10 children born in the early 1900s into a Catholic family in Northern Ireland. But she went on to marry Michael and had 3 children; however, in recent years she has struggled with various illnesses including something similar to Alzheimer's (if I'm being honest at this point we had been expecting a call to say she had passed on.)
Well I'm working a 12 hour night shift tonight my Dad will pick me up in the morning then my poor brother is driving 2.5 hr to get to our house, then the 3 of us will be heading to the ferry in Scotland which is another 4/5 hours depending on traffic. Then after a 2 hr ferry journey across the Irish sea we will drive for about another 2/3 hours to get to my cousins house. I'm assuming there will be a wake tomorrow evening. It is going to be a long day. I'm not complaining, as there will be many making long journies, if not tomorrow then for the funeral on Monday.
Work have been really good about it as I'm meant to be working tomorrow and Monday night but apparently I get 1 days paid leave when a close relative dies and a very kind friend has said she will swap her shift so that she will work Monday night and I will do her Thursday evening.
One thing that upsets me is that my Dad is 70 and he is the youngest of his 9 siblings, we said goodbye to my uncle Frankie at his funeral on Wednesday (he was my Mam's cousin) there are only 3 left on her side. Though I'm only 29 I feel like I'm running out of time, not that I might keel over and die, but that those people who can tell me about the past, my past are not getting any younger. I feel that I'm missing out, but unfortunately, it's hard to ask things of those still here, in fear of upsetting them.
So in the space of the past 24 hours I have gone from wine and Haven enduced happy feelings to antsy, maudlin and worried :(
Hopefully after 2 deaths in 2 weeks, things will return to 'normal' at least for a little while.
I have to admit that I am a getting nervous about the creative writing course I have signed ul for, it starts a week on Monday and there is already a little voice in the back of my head filling me with doubt and saying I should pull out. I hope I can hold on to the courage of my ambitions and go through with it. The course is just a small step hopefully giving me confidence to go on to bigger things. Fngers crossed.
Oh and if things do get bad over the next few days I'm going to try and work on my blog about 'August' the elephant in the room. That should put a smile on my face.
Talk to you song my ever friendly sounding board, wishing you well and sending happy thoughts x
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