2012, what an amazing year to be a Brit. I have never seen so many British flags that year flying in the wind in the streets all around the country. It started with one amazing welcome with what I believe to be the best New Year Fireworks display, the way in which it was timed to music, the use of British music and the sense, the feeling of proud was just overwhelming. I have watched it since and compared 2013 and 2014 and it is definitely one of the best.
I am not going to do a timeline, I will just be going through my favourite moments of the year and of course linking some youtube videos etc – so if you are interested or want some memories, let’s begin………. Continue reading “2012 – The year to be proud to be a Brit”
The 90’s appear to be more and more a great era to have been a little girl, I was a little girl in this decade. I was born in 1989 in the UK, so all of my childhood was throughout the 90’s so I can definitely state that I am a 90’s kid. If you were born 1995+ I do not classify you to be a 90’s kid as hardly any one remembers the first 5 years of your life. *sorry not sorry*
I’ve chosen a number of pictures which represent how I feel about the 90’s:
Continue reading “90’s Little Girl Memories”
I am writing this post really openly from the heart, over the next few days will be the 3rd anniversary of my Nan’s death. My Nan was my absolute world, she was there for me when I was down, when I was happy and looked after me when I was young. She was and still is in my eyes one of my favourite people ever. She would always brighten up the room and was loved by many.
My nan was a strong independent funny lady and when we found out a few days before her birthday that she had oesophagus cancer my world turned and flipped upside down. Her decline was quick and she passed away within 3 months.
I to this day remember the heartbreak that I suffered, my Mum and Dad were visiting her in hospital over a number of days. I had seen her before Christmas and she was very jolly and joking with me as much as I remember her, the last time I spoke to her was on the telephone were she demanded I got her out of hospital. I felt awful that I couldn’t help but I knew she was in the best place. Anyway, my parents had come back to pick up some things, and literally as soon as they got in they received a phone call saying you will need to come back – we live 2 and a half hours away from the hospital. Unfortunately she passed away half an hour before my mum could see her.
I was at home alone and my Dad rang me, I cant even remember what he told me but I just remember crying and screaming, whilst falling to my knees.. I had never felt anything like it before. I couldn’t breathe properly and all I wanted was for someone to hug me. My mums best friend had been informed beforehand and she was driving around to see me, as soon as she saw me she came running up to me and gave me the biggest hug. This day is rarely talked about in my family. I had to tell my brother straight away so we went around to his work place, he was serving and all I did was just go into the work place and he ran towards me. I didn’t say anything he knew.
Absolutely horrible feeling & I want to forget the day but I cannot.
My Grampa passed away when I was 9 and I cannot remember much and my other Grandfather passed away through cancer whilst the family were on holiday. Another horrible evening.
The moral of this story is, please for the love of god and
I cannot express into words how much you should care and love your grandparents as they’re not here forever, they can be your best friend, your support and they will always love you. Look after them as they looked after you.
Sorry that this is such a sad post but I thought I would have to write it.