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Year 6

So i have just re-read year 5.  I started writing it last year and could never quite summon the determination to finish it.  Whilst writing i started to have the realisation that all of my writing now relates more to my life with our beautiful children and less so about you and me and this blog is after all meant to be about you and your illness.

Initially i continued to write as i found it helpful, then following comments left i thought maybe i was helping others and then year 5 i hit a wall.  It wasn’t helping me, i didn’t have the energy or ego to think i was helping others, so i abandoned and didn’t post.  Not much has changed since last year.  I smiled reading the stories of our children, one year on their temperaments and interests remain exactly the same.  Charlie is a good kind boy who is desperate to have known you and Isla is gobby like her mother, both are outgoing and full of energy!  However this year i have been through a large phase of struggling, not all of the time and not badly, but enough to recognise the grief i was waiting for is finally catching up, crazy 6 years on i have times i feel the hurt so much more.  That gut wrenching loss deep in the stomach and the humungous ache over the heart. What stops me from writing is the thought people who love and know me well will read this, will not have known this and will feel bad for me, guilty they didn’t know, wonder why i haven’t mentioned anything.  I have no answer for this, but have decided to brave it and hope that people will appreciate this is the way they will know and writing this should help me.  I am fine, just experiencing normal emotion!

I still miss you, i still think of you every single day! Does that ever stop? Who knows.  I love thinking of you, i love the memories and the thoughts of you, but i am mad.  I am mad at myself and i am mad at you for not being here.  I miss being part of a complete family (though with some of the stories from friends and family, god knows why!) Day trips out with the kids, family holidays, popping to the shop, its all bloody tough without you here.  I am cross with myself as i chose to have our children knowing you would never be here (i would never change this), but i feel guilty they miss out on knowing you, having normal family holidays and days out and day to day life.  I am mad as i am now that woman living always in the past, not knowing how to move forward past you and i am mad because it is constant unrelenting hard work and i am quite frankly knackered. Where the frick are you you bastard?!

All that said, i am sad.  I am sad you are not here, i am sad for you that you miss out on the joy of our life and i am sad that you had such a devastatingly horrible and hard end to your short life.  For the first time ever recently i started to think why you, why me?  The question most people ask.  I have not felt it until now and what confuses me a little is how it has taken me so long to get to this point.  I want to move on, move forward from this point, but i don’t know how to do it.  I feel the shortness of life and i want to live it, i want more for me and my family, but i don’t know how to move you over to make way for that.

I frequently find myself thinking of the juxtaposition of my life, so blessed and yet so cursed. I found my true love, it will be eternal. We were happy, our memories frozen in time.  I now understand more than ever the line in the remembrance poem, “age shall not weary them.” We had a happy marriage, that will never change, i have eternal love, it won’t be destroyed, but yet i am left with you, just not in body.  Every person to enter my life will be compared to you.  We have had and continue to have, so many fortunate experiences, because of you, lovely home, our children, financial security for our kids. Invites to special events, contact with people in similar situations, on going contact with many of your wonderful friends and family…..But we don’t have you and you weren’t small so frankly thats a pretty big hole you left!

One part of my life is stuck and i don’t know how to kick start it, i don’t know how to kick you in to touch, not forget you, just make room alongside you.  So how have 6 years without you been? Blessed, rich, emotional, fantastic and shit all rolled into one.  I keep wishing you will come back to me….just in a different disguise.  So for anyone reading this who thinks i am amazing and inspiring, do you know what, i have decided,  i bloody well am, but i am also just normal and still grieving for, in my eyes, the best man to have ever walked the earth, (the title now shared with my gorgeous, pain in the bum, beautiful, happy and gorgeous natured son!) I will continue to see the positives as they far outweigh the negatives and i know i am so lucky to have all i do, but sometimes i just want you!

Year 5 Without You

5 long hard years without you, yet 5 short happy years without you!  Its a very strange thing.  Sometimes i feel like i can hardly remember a time when you were here and others i still don’t imagine my life without you in it.  You will always be in my life, not only do i have two of your beautiful children to remind me of you (and they frequently do), but for a short time i was happier than i had ever been and felt like the most special person in the world.  You had the knack of making me feel so special, like i was the starring actress in a romance film.  Cheesey i know, but something that secretly every girl wants.  You really were my prince charming and i miss you so much!

So in this last year your son has grown up so much.  He is now a back chatting, bossy, non stop chatty little man.  He wakes up grumpy, just like you.  He cant help but admire himself in a mirror, just like you and he has started dancing, unfortunately…..just like you.  He loves anything army or plane related, because of you.  He frequently tells me how much he loves his Daddy and how sad he is that he wasn’t born, as he just wanted to meet you.  He cried a lot on arriving home, after a  trip back from Uncle Murrays, as he fell asleep and missed the “Army” where you used to work.  He has been asking a lot to go to your hill and even asked if you would come back if we took something to your bench.  We always leave you flowers or chocolate , yet they are never there when we go back.  Charlie thinks this is because you come down and get it.  He told me one day that you were in the sun shining down on us and he knows you watch over us and love us back.  You would be so proud, he is desperate to go in a rocket, right up your street.  He is a proper little chip off the old block and all that without ever having met you.  He handles me well, just like you did and if he continues, women will not be in short supply when he gets older.  He too will be entering nightclubs with a woman under each arm!

Our little Picalilly (Isla) is a right little diva.  I can’t believe where the last year has gone. Isla is definitely independent, knows what she wants and frankly is not happy if she can’t get it and lets every body know.  She has quite the temper and people frequently comment on not knowing where she gets that from… hmmmm, lets just say not so much like you!  Charlie adores his little sister and mostly takes good care of her.  She thinks he is very funny and today i was reminded of how gorgeous they both are and how lucky i am, when i came down stairs to the sound of proper belly laughing giggles from Isla who was being tickled by charlie.  She is so loud.  Charlie spent several month roaring at her, now she roars at the top of her voice everywhere and anywhere.  She frequently hits her head on the floor in tantrum, tries to escape from the bath, the front door, back door and even dog flap.  She definitely keeps me on my toes, blink and she’s gone.  Isla has been walking since 9 1/2 months and loves her shoes.  Shoes mean she is going outside and that makes her happy.  She even went and got her coat for me today, despite the fact we weren’t going out.  Every time i turn around she is stood on a table or chair and just managed to get caught at nursery the other day before hitting the floor as she fell backwards from standing on the slide.  All her dangerous escapades aside, she (touch wood) is still far less accident prone than our little Mr Bump!

Miss you!

Year 4 without you.

I have been meaning to write this for the last 4 months, but turns out having a newborn and a 3 year old means when you do get any time to yourself, you don’t have the energy to sit and write, especially a likely emotional piece.

So year 4 without you, we have now entered that dreaded territory where I have been longer without you than I had with you.  That feels kind of strange to me.  You were such a big part of my life, yet for such a small amount of time.  Many others out there knew you longer than me, but a husband wife relationship is so different, you know a person in a different way to any other.  I’m going to hazard a guess that a mum would say the same of their son or daughter and whilst I cannot imagine the pain of losing a child, I am afraid I am going to keep up the selfishness of my grief for you, it is something that I cannot share with your Mother.  The loss is different and I don’t feel able to share you in the way she knew you.  Someone said recently, when a wife comes along, she needs to be the priority and no longer the Mother, as a wife I wholeheartedly agree, as a Mother I absolutely do not and hate the idea of Charlie ever having anyone other than me as his first priority!

So I still think about you several times a day every day.  It’s strange really as you seem so distant, yet so near in my thoughts.  You are still a part of my everyday life, but we don’t make any new memories.  Am I going to turn into one of those people who only live in the past and repeat the same stories a million and one times? God i hope not!!

I am finding this post so hard to write, normally i don’t struggle at all, but i think it may be because i am starting to leave you more in the past, i can’t relive those same memories over and over, they begin to lose their meaning. Don’t get me wrong i still love the memories, but its like having a one way conversation.  Whether it is hormone related, or just another part of the grief process i am unsure, but whilst pregnant with our latest arrival, Isla, i missed you more than ever, i was angry at you once again for not being here.  I had one of those really vivid dreams around about the 20 week mark, where its like you are right there with me and remember waking the following morning so upset at the realisation that you are not coming back.  It sounds silly because for years i have been  perfectly aware you won’t be back, but there was something far more significant about this.  I cannot describe the overwhelming sadness that i felt, it was like my heart breaking all over again.  I felt like that several times throughout the pregnancy.

So Isla Olivia Louise Parke was born, 10 days late, weighing 9lb 3oz on Sunday April 12th 2015.  As with Charlie i did not find out the sex of our baby and was looking forward to the surprise.  When she finally and very painfully arrived, my instant thought was of you.  You so wanted  a baby girl (of course you would absolutely have loved Charlie and been so proud to have a son), but i felt so so blessed to have a baby girl and a baby boy, both your beautiful children.  The feeling was so overwhelming, i cant quite put the emotion i felt into words.  Unlike Charlie, it took three failed frozen embryo transfers and one fresh egg cycle to get pregnant with her.  Between that and her being 10 days late, lets hope its not a sign of the trouble she may be intending to cause!  I hate to say it, but those Parke genes are going strong, the poor child looks like your mother, help!!! (sorry Mags).  She, like Charlie has your beautiful crystal blue eyes and those ridiculously long eyelashes, i am sure she will use them equally as well as your son does.  Fortunately they both have my smile i think, that broad teeth showing cheek squashing wide mouthed smile, not that tiny little grin you used to give!  In all Isla is a lovely content happy baby and i am loving being a mum to a baby all over and seeing her character take shape.

Charlie has changed so much in this last year.  He speaks about you a lot.  Because he kept asking to go up into the sky to see you and explaining and making excuses as to why that was not possible became difficult, we finally got around to using the dead word.  Charlie now understands that you would so love to come back to us, but can’t and that you keep watch over us from above and in the shape of a seagull.  Poor nursery had to have a strange conversation with me about why when Charlie saw a seagull one day, he called it his Daddy.  That was a tough one to hold back the tears on i can tell you!  Often he tells me he just wants to see his Daddy, sometimes i find that so sad and other times i am pleased that you feature so often in his thoughts and he is keen to learn more about you.  He now knows you were called Michael and frequently uses you against me if he doesn’t like something i am doing.  For example, “My Daddy is watching you and he doesn’t like you talking to me like that!” The first time i heard this i was a little shocked, a little proud and felt a little like chuckling.  I thought this was very clever, very cheeky, but at least he knows you are there looking out for him! My response was along the lines of “you are right, he wouldn’t like me talking to you like that, but he wouldn’t like the way you are speaking to me either!”  Pretty sure it diffused the situation!

I still think about a time when  i will be ready to move on from you and meet someone else and i think this more frequently these days and don’t feel as bad if i see a hottie walking down the street and have a good old oggle.  But the upshot is, i still want to meet your double.  I am not sure there could possibly be someone out there that would make me feel as special as you did, who would be so gentlemanly, plus on top of that i have just had another man’s baby!!  Timing is perhaps not quite right just yet.  I look at all those people out there that meet new men/women when they have small children and wonder how that ever happens.  I rarely leave the house without a child and if i do i still long to be in bed asleep (on my own) by 21:30! I guess i am in no rush to get back to the hassles of dating or the new complexities of introducing my children to anyone in that role, not that i am an overprotective mother much or anything!!  As much as i shout, yell, scream and try not to murder my children, they really are my life, my ever lasting attachment to you and our greatest achievement/medical miracle.  In fact Charlie even told me Isla was a miracle the other day! Charlie absolutely adores his new sister and she adores him back.  He has become so much like you in a lot of his mannerisms, its just a shame you are not here to pass on your calm outlook on life.  That level headed, non knee jerk reaction, think of all angles approach, that i really lack!

Anyway its getting late and as we are still averaging 5 wake ups a night between the 2 children i better get off to bed.  I am afraid i have no words of wisdom for year four, losing your other half still leaves a great hole in a part of your heart that will likely leave a permanent scar that you live with, but never truly heal from.  I still wouldn’t have been without you though.  Worth every ounce of grief, for the short lived happy times with you and the lifetime enjoyment of our miraculous children!

Me and Isla 2 hours after birth!

Me and Isla 2 hours after birth!


Charlie meeting his baby sister for the first time!

Charlie meeting his baby sister for the first time!

3 weeks in official family photo's.

3 weeks in official family photo’s.

Isla's first time up Solsbury Hill.

Isla’s first time up Solsbury Hill.

Isla on her Christening day.

Isla on her Christening day.

Longleat family selfie!

Longleat family selfie!

Year 3 Without You-It Still Sucks!

So a few people asked if i was going to write another post this year.  I have not answered their question with a simple yes or no, because the answer was until now i had no idea.  The trouble with time is people forget, things get further back in their mind and the focus shifts to other things, this is perfectly fine and natural, but i know that many of my close family and friends read these posts and that makes me want to hold back a little in my honesty.  I don’t want people worrying about me or feeling sad on my behalf, knowing that i still think of Mike every day, several times a day, even all this time on.  However i want those people that follow these posts and don’t know me to have a true understanding of how i feel, what it is like and to hopefully help those in a similar situation.  So i will ask any of those family and friends to pretend they never read this post and carry on as we have been, i don’t want to dwell on anything i say, but keep looking to the future, moving forward, carrying onwards and upwards!

So one of Mikes military friends and the Padre at our wedding and Mike’s funeral, (Tony Coslett) said to me not long after Mike had died, that the average grieving period was about two years and the second year is usually harder than the first.  Well, he was right!  However, having always been emotionally slow, the third year in some ways has been worse still.  The first year i was like a different woman, i had never been so positive and really, quite unexpectedly, enjoyed life a lot.  Of course i missed Mike, but life had been really quite tough, physically and emotionally looking after him whilst he was sick, so towards the end of Mikes life i found myself, buying new clothes, getting a new haircut and generally doing things that made me feel good about myself.  The second year, reality started kicking in, but i loved talking about Mike and hearing lots of stories, his presence in speech made me smile and think of mostly good times.  This last year and particularly the last few months, remembering good times has started to make me feel sad, i now feel the loss, when i think of him i feel what i am missing and the true realisation that there will be no new memories made kicks me in the gut and stabs me in the heart.  Reliving the same thoughts and memories over and over is not so comforting any more .  Changes that Mike would be so pleased to see and hear about are occurring and i can’t tell him and lots of those changes wouldn’t have the same impact telling someone else.  I see all my mummy friends going off on day trips and holidays with their other halves and children and feel the massive hole where Mike should be, whisking me and Charlie off.  We would be doing much more and going to far more places if he was with us.  Don’t get me wrong i love Charlie to pieces and we do go places and do see lots and do many fun things, but doing it with just me and Charlie is tough.  Who takes the pictures? who shares the driving, who looks after that mischievous toddler when you need to queue for something, but they don’t want to?  Its funny, a few people have asked am i missing Mike more because Charlie is getting bigger and my answer has been no, but writing this i guess the real answer appears to be yes, that is part of it.  Charlie is missing out and so am i and that makes me sad.  Mike is missing seeing our beautiful baby grow in to a handsome, funny, naughty and very cheeky little chappie, who, like his dad, uses his big blue eyes and cheeky grin to woo women!  That said, Charlie isn’t really missing out, we do almost as much as any other family and he has never known any different and is perfectly happy (except when he wears his devil horns).  I also have phenomenal family support, which we could not cope without, so Charlie is not short of love and hugs.  Besides which i knew what i was doing when i decided to go ahead without Mike, so have no right or reason to play the poor me card for that one and i am soooooo lucky to have such a gorgeous son, devil horns and all!

On that note, some may be aware that following IVF treatment with Charlie i had 12 remaining frozen embryo’s, seemed like a lot at the time, but unfortunately, following 3 attempts of frozen embryo transfer, those embryos are gone.  It may not make sense given my moan above, but i would like a brother or sister for Charlie, turns out single parenthood is hard, but not hard enough to put me off more Parke genes! It’s not the end of the road, there are potentially more attempts in the pipeline, with Mike still having more sperm in the freezer, but I’m having a bit of a break before continuing with any treatment.  Keep your fingers crossed for more positive posts in year 4!

The final issue that i feel needs to be mentioned and ties in well with more children, the moving on factor.  Lots of people have said, maybe you’ll meet someone else and have more children with them.  Maybe, but i still don’t see and don’t really want to see that anywhere in the near future.  Yes i miss the company and having someone special to share things with and yes i think about there being someone else in my life and think how nice that would be, but then i think about how wonderful Mike was and how wonderful he made me feel.  I married him for a reason, he was one in a million and i am not about to date a million men to try to find one that may come close to him, at least not in the forseeable future anyway.  This is the other reason year 3 has been hard, my mind is wanting me to move on and leave the past as a beautiful, happy memory, but my heart (emotionally slow) is not ready to keep up just yet.  I am happy to accept that this is all part and parcel of the grief process, knowing how you go about moving on and feeling a bit bad about that, but I am also confident that time and the natural  grief process will sort this problem out, so i don’t have to spend too long worrying about it.  I am a believer in fate, so one way or another i am sure nature will take its course and Charlie and i will continue live a happy and privileged life, touched by a beautiful soul.

2013 in review

It’s good to know that Mike is still reaching out to so many people and to know his blog is worth the hours he invested in it! See below for the interesting stats, I think he would be a happy, if not a somewhat big headed man!

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 33,000 times in 2013. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 12 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

Master Charlie Parke….The next generation!!

Charles Shaun Michael ParkeCharles Shaun Michael Parke was born at 03:05 on Sunday 10th June 2012, three weeks and two days early, unlike his father, who was always late everywhere!  He weighed a healthy 5lb 15oz and was happy and healthy, more than can be said for his mother after the trauma giving birth, I can now thoroughly recommend gas and air and pethidine from a personal rather then professional perspective (for those of you not aware I am a nurse).  I had my sister Lorna and Mike’s sister, Dawn, with me, i think they were also traumatised. My sister was almost attacked by the gas and air pipe, not that I was trying to hit her, just something/anything and Dawn’s polite version, was that a was a “right potty mouth!”

Instantly Dawn said how much Charlie looked like Mike, all I could see was a hairy monkey looking, curled up little thing, who, if you put a hat on, looked more like a garden gnome!  From time to time I can see the resemblance and he definitely has the features of the Parke side, the only two things he has from me is my frown and my appetite!  Charlie is now ten weeks old and has gained almost 10lb in weight weighing a hefty 15lb 1oz earlier this week, he loves his food.  You will see when I upload a picture he has several chins and no neck! Fortunately he has his fathers beautiful crystal blue eyes and a gorgeous smile to match, maybe that comes from me too, oh and the fact he never stops chatting, although Mike was always bossy and in command, so maybe Charlie is heading the same way!

Anyway, all in all we are doing well and he is already growing into such a little character, I often feel very sad that Mike is not here to see him and fear that Charlie will never really know just how great his dad was, however we have plenty to tell him and show him and I hope he won’t feel the loss of not having a father too badly in the years to come, I am sure his two godfathers, who were also our two best men, Murray and Phil, will keep him on the straight and narrow (or maybe lead him somewhat astray, who knows). I am looking forward to taking him up Solsbury Hill to see his Dad’s bench, before he gets too heavy to carry.

We have now moved out of army quarters and back nearer my family, I often see a lone seagull sat on the roof of my house when I let the dogs out in the garden early in the morning, so although Mike has never been here he still sits watching over us I am sure, although he could work a bit harder and getting Charlie to bed in the early evening!  Still wherever he is I am sure he would be very proud of his gorgeous little boy.  We miss you babe!

Kady and little Charlie

Ps thanks to everyone for all your continued support.

One year on without you!

I was stood drying my hair in the mirror one day last week, thinking about you as always, when I suddenly decided I needed to post an update to your blog to let everyone know how the last year has been in my world without you. It felt the the right thing to do and hit me out of the blue.

The year has gone by so fast and lots has happened, yet I think of you every day, several times a day. When I used to hear people say it about loved ones that had passed on I never believed that they really did think of them everyday, now I know first hand you really do! You are with me at the start, middle and end of everyday, never far from my thoughts and sharing my ups and downs. I don’t feel you, or see you, but think about what you would be thinking, saying or doing and that is how you stay close with me.

Though is sounds ungrateful, I get fed up of hearing how amazing or inspirational I am, I don’t feel those things, I just feel I owe it to you to make the most of the things that you have been forced to miss out on. I get annoyed with negative people who sit and wallow, shit happens, but you taught me so much in the short time we had, about focusing on the positive and not the negative. Yes I have had a really tough couple of years if you look at all the bad stuff, but there are just as many good times mixed in with the bad, you just have to see them as more important. Clearly you were an excellent teacher of positivity! Don’t get me wrong I have my moments, don’t we all. It’s not wrong to be upset or miss you, but too much of it is a drain and stops you valuing the present and the future.

The morning you died, I didn’t know what to do, how to react or feel. I was surrounded, mostly by your family. A lot of people in our house, what were we all meant to be doing, i had no idea. I was tired, I had been up all night with you, but I did and didn’t feel like sleeping. My best friend Marianne was my rock. She automatically came to stay, despite having a new baby. She did nothing special, she was just there, for me, knowing me so well for so many years, she was simply a comfort.

I would have a cry in the shower each morning, not wanting your mum to hear me. 10 minutes to myself, then get up and carry on with the busy arrangements of your funeral, that were mostly sorted perfectly and without any fuss to me through the army. I was so lucky, I would not have had a clue where to start, but had it all sorted and paid for for me. These are the kind of positives in the negative situation that I was talking about. I remind myself how much worse things could have been. So many of your fellow melanomamates, struggle financially, lose jobs or have to move house, we were lucky not to have those additional worries. I would go to bed each night, talk to the photo on the bedside table and drift off to sleep until morning.

I was dreading your funeral, worried about blubbing away in front of all those people, but felt an overwhelming urge to behave in a “professional” manor and represent you and aside from a small wobble, I think that was what I did. I had the most overwhelming sense of calm as your coffin approached the level of my shoulder. At that point it was like your spirit entered me and given how I have been in the last 12 months, would say it must still be there!

You had the best drunken send off, just as you had wanted, a great funeral. Then we enter the next void. Life has to start to continue as normal, but what was normal now? When should I go back to work, continue the mundane daily routine? I didn’t want to go back to work, I was tired, I didn’t really miss going, so I decided to meet friends out in Slovenia and have a short break. I think people thought I was a bit odd, going on holiday already? The trouble was I had spent all that time caring for you, I had a lot of selfish urges. I started to buy new clothes, get a new hairstyle and do nice things for me. I think I had started preparing before you left and as all my friends will tell you, I got to the stage of saying I just couldn’t do it anymore. It was so physically and mentally demanding to look after you. I know that you had had enough too, I cannot imagine waking (when you actually managed to have any sleep), everyday fighting to perform the simplest of tasks, because you felt so unwell and everything was such an effort to do, yet you did and still supported me! There are so many people out there still fighting this disease, still battling everyday that have done it for so much longer than I did, yet they call me amazing and inspirational? Not at all, we do what we have to do, when we have to do it and it’s as simple as that! It wasn’t easy getting on a plane and leaving the country. You weren’t there, it was upsetting and wrong, but it was another hurdle to overcome in going back to my independent life and I am glad i did it, as I am sure you would have been too.

I needed a new focus to keep me busy, that was the running and the half marathon. You, I am sure would have thought it hilarious given how much I used to whine out running with you, but I enjoyed those warm summer evenings out pounding the road, looking at the countryside, wildlife and beautiful scenery. I felt healthy and was enjoying the things you couldn’t.

Then there was the question of the IVF process that we had started. I was due to start treatment in the July. Was it too soon? Should I still be going ahead with it now, was I in the right frame of mind and strong enough to go through the gruelling process that others who have had the treatment describe? One friend made the decision simple. Do you want and are you certain you want Mike’s baby? That was easy, yes I did! I wasn’t doing it to keep a bit of him, or bring him back to life. I wasn’t doing it for anyone except me. Mike and I had had the children discussion, as part of our married life we were going to try for children, I was just continuing with my life the way I hoped it would be, not living his dream, but continuing a course of my life that I would have been on anyway if he were still here. I was coping well with things, I had not fallen apart as I had expected, so went for it. I was back to work, life had started to return to that normality, so I did it and now at almost 31 weeks pregnant, I find myself again thinking, in spite of the sadness, how lucky I am to be having a baby, where so many other people are not so fortunate.

In the first few months after you left I had a few vivid dreams, dreams where it felt like you were there that night with me. These were the best feeling, but always left me waking a little sad. They weren’t especially exciting dreams and you didn’t impart much useful knowledge or support (which sucks by the way), especially as one of them consisted of you being snuggled up next to me in bed and complaining my toenails were too long as they scratched your leg! (Not a common occurrence for those of you out there that think this is a very strange, but funny dream). I have not had one of these dreams for a long time now, I miss that feeling of you being there, but my friend at work believes you pop back and say hello at times we need you, so I guess you will be back at some point!

Just so you know your best men really are just that. Both Phil and Murray have taken great care of me over the last 12 months and hopefully will continue to do so. They struggle too I think, but you men aren’t the best at communicating, although nor am I about my emotional state. I had to have words with your mum quite early on. I was probably quite selfish, but I couldn’t bare her sounding so miserable down the phone, so told her she needed to get a grip, find a way of distracting herself and enjoy her life as you would have wanted and previously had discussed with her. Surprisingly she took it well and appeared to perk up. You are still the golden child, which I find hard, as no doubt do your brothers and sisters and sometimes I could bash all their heads together, but I think that’s just in-laws in general!

All around people have been amazing and supportive and think of you often. So many have raised money in your honour and continued to stay in touch with me. I have been so fortunate, you knew a lot of lovely people.

So here we are one year on, still missing you, still trying to find our feet and my hardest times still to come. Moving house and knowing you will have no influence on it, no mans room, no geeky technology, no whining about me needing to sort soft furnishings, which I was always pants at anyway! Then labour, I have to get this baby out in one piece and manage to bring it up, knowing you without ever meeting you and fending off your mother at the same time :-), plenty more positive times ahead! Hopefully this will help other people in similar situations and you see I am making the most of my life, wishing you were here, but knowing it was obviously just not to be. Whatever you are doing up there to look after me, you are doing a great job, please don’t stop! x

2011 in review-Thanks for the continued support!

Mike’s blog still gets viewed by someone around the world each day, there is no better legacy that he could have left of himself. Thanks to all of you for still reading, he just wanted to help others.

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Syndey Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 52,000 times in 2011. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 19 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

The Last Post.

I just wanted to say a very big thank you to all of the followers of Mike’s blog.  Neither of us had any idea when he started this, that he would end up with so many supporters that reached so far across the world and touch so many lives.

The aim of his blog was to be able to help others, which in turn gave Mike strength to carry on, but also for him to have left a legacy behind.  In the early days i thought he was a bit mad and found it difficult to understand his need to communicate so openly with others, but now i could not be more proud of my genuine, kind, hopeful and gracious husband, from whom i have learned so much.  Suddenly all his hopes and aims make complete sense.

He would have been so pleased with all the recent messages and emails of support and thanks that we received, as he had managed to achieve his aims and he has indeed left the best legacy to his life that i could possibly think of.

Mike tried to keep the blog as factual, but as positive and honest as he could, which unfortunately i could not quite replicate given, firstly the change in the writer, but secondly the emotion behind finishing his story.  Having said that i too have been as honest and factual as i could possibly have been from a different perspective, feeling it was right to finish the journey that he started and we went on together.

Finally a big thanks to everyone for their generous donations, it helps not only to know that there are so many people thinking of you, but there are so many willing to help others in the future.  Please stay positive and enjoy life to the full, it is the best tribute you could pay to Mike who always tried to see the best and be the best.

With a big warm and grateful thank you

Kady and Mike’s family.

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