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Dear Ros,

It’s nearly 7 months since you wandered off to the big tattoo parlour in the sky… 7 months that feel like years… yet also just a heartbeat ago.

It’s been strange without you. It didn’t seem real at first, I was so used to you being in and out of the hospice that I still expected you to call with my daily orders of what you wanted brought in… I’ve never known anyone to need as many clothes as you did!…. And it’s true to say that my eyes rolled more than the lies of Boris Johnson’s tongue!

I miss my calls in the wee hours because you were awake and missing me, I miss the text messages, that made no sense but always made me laugh!

I even miss the calls when you were so out of it because of your medication that you were scared … I miss them because I know you are longer scared but in those moments you were so damn honest that I couldn’t have loved you more… I couldn’t say or do anything to stop your fear but the fact that you could be that honest brought us closer together.

I tried so hard to keep things “normal”, just as you wanted…but at times it was so bloody difficult.

I miss you. I miss your banter, how you were always trying to help others, even after your death. I miss your laugh, your tutting and your crabbiness.

It had been funny finding out how many people you told to look after me! Silly bugger. But thank you.

The kitchen is no longer rearranged on a weekly basis. The floors are only hoovered when Yvonne comes in. I am still spoiling the dogs (still shouting at them too!). Your craft room is now a spare room again and I managed to paint the decking.. twice!! (Took me a while as I had to do it sitting down!).

The garden is looking fabulous.. thanks to Andrew, Kate, Willie and of course… me!… although I’m only able to take credit for the pots and wielding the garden hose!

The next big job is the summerhouse.. as in clearing it out!! So much stuff that you said you had taken to the tip has miraculously found it’s way into the back of the summerhouse!! … I wonder how that happened? After a few choice words, I laughed, it was just so.. YOU!

How I wish I could nag you and tell you to get up to the tip with it all… but I can’t… so I will sift through it… no doubt cursing you a bit more, but laughing … and probably wiping away a wee tear too.

So… I’m getting there. Life has found its new normality, I’ve found my peace again, so I will say thank you. Thank you for being you. Thank you for loving me and thank you for being the most stubborn, laid back, bravest woman I ever had the chance to share part of my life with.

Keep rocking x

Memories and leaky eyes

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A memory came up on my time line on Facebook today… it was a happy occasion, the wedding of my very good friends Zoe and Leanne.

I took their ceremony and by the time the evening guests arrived (including Ros)… I was very drunk! Which is very unusual for me, I rarely drink!

Poor Ros was on driving duty that night… (the ONLY time)… and as you can see, she wasn’t to happy about it! Even less so the next day when I didn’t want to get out of bed!

It’s such a shame that cancer stole her life in November 2022 at only 52 years old. She was the bravest and most caring woman I ever knew… even if she could put me in my place!

My Ros. My wife. I miss her.

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The last four years have been been life … and death changing.

After the heartache of losing a woman I loved with all my heart due to her lies snd cheating, I was a bit cynical about women and after having a couple of disastrous dates, I decided to give up and just stay single.

The day I went online to cancel subscriptions to a couple of lesbian dating sites, I noticed a message from a woman, who just happened to live locally.

To cut a long story short, we decided to meet for lunch at a local beach side cafe, in Aberdour. Ros had just come out of an abusive relationship and so we both had a lot of hurt and trust issues… but perhaps we recognised that the hurt of our pasts somehow bonded us… and our lunch meet became our first date!

Little did we know then that our journey together was going to be life changing, in more ways than one.

A year into our relationship, Lockdown happened and it was then that we decided that Ros should move in with me.

Just 6 months later, Ros was diagnosed with stage 3 endometrial cancer…. And so began a new journey.

Ros had to undergo a huge operation, that caused additional problems and caused a delay to her chemo and radiotherapy treatment. In the middle of all this her mum passed, and with the exception of just s few of her family, her relatives were downright disgusting. Ros came through this with dignity and strength, that left me in awe of her.

Then my mum became ill and eventually a place had to be found for her in a care home. Thankfully she settled in well and it was one less thing to worry about.

Unfortunately, my arthritis decided to make life even more difficult… and my mobility is now badly effected, leaving me only able to walk short distances with crutches.

Just after this happened, Ros’s cancer returned and this time it was terminal. Ros had asked me numerous times to marry her… I had always said no… but when she was told she was terminal, she gave me no choice and so in August 2022 we married in the hospice gardens. The next few months were a cycle of Ros coming home, being in tremendous pain, or drugged up to such a level that she couldn’t function. It was hard for Ros and hard for me… the emotions switched from sadness through frustration to anger and despair. The medication removed a huge part of reasoning but without it Ros was in agony.

Through all of this I was working full time, running her to appointments or visiting the hospice, all while trying to juggle the dogs and visiting my mum… and I found it tough.. both emotionally and physically. Sometimes I felt I was going to break, I had never found life so tough… then I stepped back and realised how selfish my thoughts were… and that is when the guilt started. I was tired, but Ros was dying. I was frustrated but she was scared… and I couldn’t do anything to fix that.

Ros passed peacefully in November. Myself, her niece Natalie and her gf Laura were by her side for days and nights… Ros didn’t wake for 4 days and when Ros did pass, it was in the middle of laughter… I like to think she could still hear us… and I tell everyone she died laughing, I like to think she did.

This is my photo tribute to the kindest, bravest and sometimes most annoying woman I knew… and loved.

Ros on our wedding day
When we first met
Our last wee break away together to Duck Bay, Loch Lomond
My friends and Ros’s ashes completing a sponsored walk she planned to do
The scattering of Ros’s ashes

Kick Start

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Well… it is time I grabbed my feather duster and cleared out the dust in here!

My poor blog has been sadly ignored for far too long. There are a hundred reasons that will become clearer as my posts appear. In many ways it’s been a tough time emotionally, physically and mentally… but even though I continued writing during all of this, most of my thoughts were not for my blog.

Anyhoo… I have decided to finish reading my “personal” words and then delete them…I have been guilty of holding on to thoughts and people who belong in the past and do not deserve a place in my life. It is my own fault, I tend to see the good in people and obviously suffered from colour blindness when it came to red flags!

I have been guilty of false love. Loving a woman who didn’t really exist… just a chameleon, who changed with the wind, and proved to be s liar. This false love stopped me from really opening my heart to a woman who truly deserved it. I was too scared.

There are things that happen in life that we cannot fix, I did love this woman and we did marry. Even though I said No many times, Ros never gave up. Not even when cancer had her screaming in pain. When she received her terminal diagnosis, her first words to me were “well, you can’t say no now”… and I didn’t.

We married in a small ceremony in the hospice gardens at the Queen Margaret Hospice in August 2022 and it was at the hospice that Ros passed the following November.

I loved Ros, I still do, but she deserved so much more of my heart and for that I will always feel guilty.

I have been asked if I think I will have another relationship… and the answer is no. I do not have the emotional strength to face another relationship, I’m worn out with emotions, I really don’t think I have enough in me to succeed in a relationship.

On top of all of this, I am also now disabled. The arthritis in my hips can hopefully be helped by having both hips replaced but there is nothing that can be done for my hands and spine…. I feel like an emotional and physical liability, I wouldn’t wish me on anyone.

So…. I shall learn to love me and spend the rest of my life simply pleasing myself. Selfish, maybe, I see it as self preservation

An honour and privilege

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I have a very close friend who is about to lose her father after a long illness.   The family have been told that they are looking at days instead of weeks now.

My friend and I have known each other for 40 years … and I know her family well … 

I am extremely touched that she and her brother have asked me to take the leave taking of her dad, who is a lovely, kind man.

I know how devastated all the family will be .. he really is a man who loved his family first and foremost.

I am very sad that his life is coming to an end .. and I will try my very best to honour him in a kind and dignified way .. just like the man he is.

I have a heavy heart tonight.

 

Before it is too late

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You never stop learning.

Life is like that, it constantly teaches you something.  You may not always like what you learn, but it is something happens and you have to accept that.

My new career has taught me many lessons in the short time I have been doing it.

It has taught me that people left behind feel anguish and pain that doesn’t always hit home until the final goodbye at the funeral.

I have learned that the “toughest” of people feel the pain deepest.

I have learned that nothing is guaranteed in life, apart from death.

I have given myself a new goal in life  … that I will never walk away from anything because of pride or anger.

I will forgive and move on.

I will say what I feel needs to be said and if it is not received the way I intend it to, then I will know I have tried my best.

I will not worry about people who are determined to misunderstand me, that is their choice.

I will simply love the people who are in my life and I guarantee that ever single one of my friends know that I love them.

I will never put myself into a position where I think “it’s too late”.  I do not want that pain in my heart or my head.

I have played the guilt card too often … time to realise that I have nothing to be guilty for.

Words from my cousin

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284890_10150275095987902_6724930_nThese are words from my beautiful cousin Emma …. she lives in New Zealand and in October I am going over there to conduct her wedding to her wonderful woman Ange ….

I love this …

Lately I’ve been looking back, remembering lost loved ones, how I meet my friends, my family, the good and the bad, my childhood and the things that have given me great joy and the things that have pained me. I rejoiced in my good choices and frowned at my less than honourable moments! I was reminded of the people who inspire me and of the friends new and old, who have laughed and cried with me.
I decided a long time ago to never fear death; I had danced with it once too often! I never concerned myself with the “what if’s”, “the maybes”, “could haves” or the “can’t do’s”. I have with apparent ease accepted that life at some point comes to an inevitable end and that death was the unavoidable conclusion of a life well lived. But for reasons God only knows this morning I selfishly wondered why I had spent my life fighting battles, why I had waged war on wrong doing and why I had dedicated my life to serving others.
What had I achieved? The world was still a bad place right?
You see I never believed myself to be a fearful person; I was brave, strong, uncompromising in my beliefs and steadfast in the face of diversity. But today I was scared. Today I had forgotten why I do what I do. I started to question myself, had I done enough, been enough, given enough, believed enough. Loved enough! I wasn’t sure. If I hadn’t, was there enough time left to be better, to be stronger, and to be more caring, more forgiving or could I have the courage to simply stop worrying about it!
You see I recently meet someone who reminded me what it means to be passionate about the things you hold dear, someone who reconnected me with dreams I thought long lost. Talking with them reminded me of the things I am yet to do and rekindled old fires within me that I had let burnout. This has taken me out of my current comfort zone! Now I don’t regret meeting them, far from it. I am thankful. In a way, their life, passions and aspirations mirrored mine. But connecting with someone whom compels you to contemplate or review your life is not without it burdens!
If I have learned one thing in this life it is this. Bad things are always going to happen and most often to the nicest of people. People will hurt you but you can’t use that as an excuse to give up or to hurt someone back. Society condemns that which is different, that which threatens the “traditional” norms. Fear inhibits progress and hate prohibits freedom.
I have learned that forgiveness, unlike bitterness is never easy. Sometimes, people say things they don’t mean or do things they can’t take back. In turn we sometimes do the same. We’re all afraid of something! Me; I ‘m afraid of spiders, drowning, letting go of past hurts and on occasion not being wise enough! But I’ve learned this – It isn’t what you have, or who you are, or where you are, or even where you’ve been, that forces you to keep marching on, its hope.
We all hope the grass is greener, or the next relationship will be better, or the next job will pay more, or the next move will leave all the other mess behind! It doesn’t!
I’m not saying you should stop hoping, simply accept the things that you have now are more likely to be the things you need rather than things you want! It’s not what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy, it’s what you believe makes you happy.
Life is complicated. It starts before you’re really ready, it continues while you’re still trying to figure it out and it ends just before you’ve finally nailed it! So go figure! We laugh. We cry. We smile. We stumble. We fall. We stand. We fail and we succeed. No one can ruin your day without your permission. Most people will be about as happy as they decide to be. Others can stop you temporarily but only you can do it permanently. Whatever you are willing to put up with is exactly what you will end up with. Success stops when you do. The biggest lie in life is the belief that if you get what you want, you’ll be happy. Most often what you need has been right there all the time and most often what you want doesn’t live up to expectations when you finally get it!
The best way to escape any problem is to solve it. Life is disposable to many, in reality it’s a gift. Treasure it. Precious moments don’t have any value, unless you share them with those you care for. Life really is a journey where the destination has not yet been decided! But if you don’t’ stat the strip it pretty blood obvious you won’t finish it either!
We often fear the thing we need the most. Love! Trust me it’s all you’re need but you got to work at it and it sure isn’t free! You have to earn it!
Not everyone is a doctor yet you can still save lives. Not everyone is a lawyer but you can still defend life, not everyone is a soldier but you can still protect life. Or, if that’s all a bit too hard just be yourself! Everyone is a hero to someone! Look for opportunities, not guarantees. Life is what’s coming, not what was. Success is getting up one more time every time you fall on your arse! When things go wrong; don’t go with them! Why follow a bad thing! I read somewhere that a person who questions the purpose of their life might be a fool for five minutes, but a person who doesn’t, is a fool forever. You don’t have to attend every argument you’re invited to either. Let it go!! Agree to disagree! Who cares! You don’t have to like every person you meet and they don’t have to like you! That’s life! Use your energy for more enjoyable pursuits!
Consider nothing impossible, treat possibilities as probabilities. Remember perfect doesn’t exist. If it did I wouldn’t be writing this! It’s so funny how we set such ridiculous boundaries in our live! Love takes practice, a lot of practice. Who better to practice with than those whom love you!! Life is a matter of choice and love sadly is well, challenging! So unless you make the effort it won’t find you! People have said I’ve changed quite a bit over time. The truth is I think this morning I finally realised I’m a grown up! I’m as scared and as clueless as the next person! I’m foolish, stupid and damn right obnoxious when I want to be! I accept you can’t always be happy. I begrudgingly accepted adulthood!
Let life unfold in its own way and in its own time! Forcing something that is resistant often ends up breaking! Thank God the cracks seemed to have held!!
Is it OK to be scared?……………………Hell yes! Here’s to being a grown up!

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