It had now been almost 8 years since Dad had died. Each year, we would say to each other how quickly the years were going by and no matter how many years will pass, it will still only feel like yesterday. It sounds like such a cliché but it is really scary how weeks can… Continue reading Getting easier..
Author: katiesbutterflies
Keeping Busy & Early Days
Each year that was passing by was getting a little bit easier. By this point, it had been 4 years already. Within that time, Max and I were working full time, Mum had got a dog to keep herself busy but it also had brought such joy and helped to fill in part of the… Continue reading Keeping Busy & Early Days
Memories..
There's so many precious memories and interesting moments I could tell you about my Dad, but it could go on for infinity. Haha! I'm not even joking. Before everything that happened , he was a fit, healthy man. Full of energy, great personality and had so many friends. He was like a social butterfly. There was… Continue reading Memories..
Learning to heal..
A year or so had passed since then. During this time, our families were moving on slowly with their lives while we were also still adjusting to things. We still had our hard times, but each day was a baby step. James had moved away to live with a girlfriend, Max and I were back… Continue reading Learning to heal..
Moving on (continued)
A familiar song started playing in the little jewellery shop. A song that most of the world know and has touched so many hearts. 'Somewhere over the rainbow...' We all looked at each other with shock. I looked at Mum and watched her hands tremble, and the look of deep anguish spread across her face. … Continue reading Moving on (continued)
Moving on
You always hear that cliche, 'Time is a great healer'. Yes, I have heard it all before and to be quite honest, you never really get over it. I don't understand how anyone would be able to get over somebody that they've lost at some point in their lives. Being fourteen years old at… Continue reading Moving on
Always hope..
Each day that had slowly passed still felt like a nightmare. My dreams and reality seemed so mixed up and completely and utterly surreal - my mind trying to get over the shock and coming to terms with the fact that my dad was no longer going to be around anymore. Dad has decided to… Continue reading Always hope..
January 28th 2006..
"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love." - Washington Irving - Goodreads From that moment on, things were never the same again. Our happy childhood,… Continue reading January 28th 2006..
A double tragedy
Dad was brought back home from the hospital a couple of days later. We were all glad to have him sitting and resting at home. Although the circulation in his hands and fingers were still badly affected from the hypothermia, it was lovely to have him around - reunited as a family again. Dad was… Continue reading A double tragedy
An unforgettable nightmare
The days were somewhat difficult, but we all as a family tried to remain optimistic and carry on as normal. One morning, I woke up and looked out of the window to find the ground was covered in a heavy blanket of snow. I always thought the snow was very dangerous; particularly when you are… Continue reading An unforgettable nightmare
Butterflies and Rainbows - Katie's Journey 