So, those who know me know I’m a crier. Alongside being a nacho loving, crazy cat lady, crier is up there as one of my most prominent character traits. Always has been, probably always will be.
DIY SOS? Pass me the man sized box of Kleenex. I’ve even been known to cry at TV adverts (I blame John Lewis!) and was once found in a heap on the kitchen floor in tears because I couldn’t find the washing up bowl to clean the floor (I blame PMS for that one! LOL!).
It’s how I deal with pretty much every emotion. Happiness, sadness, anger, frustration, hunger…..it’s my outlet. I’ve sniffled my way through many an argument and pretty much every work appraisal, even when they’ve been good, much to the amusement of my colleagues (I’m sure they take bets on it!).
But the one time I didn’t cry? When I suffered a ruptured ectopic pregnancy as a result of my fourth round of IVF. Well, apart from the little weep I may have had as a result of the lady opposite me snoring like a train ALL NIGHT LONG!
Now it may have been because I was smacked off my mammaries on morphine or distracted and mortified by the fact Mr W had managed to pick a PJ top that you could quite clearly see my areolas through, but it often baffles me how I got through that tear free. It certainly doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt though. Make no mistake, it hurt in many more ways than just the obvious. But I managed to hold it together when I was being shown the images of my innards and the mess that could have very nearly killed me, of the remnants of what might have been our very own little person.
But tomorrow I’m preparing for some big, fat tears as I say goodbye to my Godmother who unexpectedly passed away a couple of weeks ago. I can’t actually believe I’m writing it – I don’t think it’s sunk in – but tomorrow we celebrate the life of a very special lady. And the tears I’ll cry? Won’t only be of sadness, but of gratitude for being lucky enough to have had her in my life x
Tears filled my eyes reading this Sally 😢So sorry for your loss and I applaud you for your honesty and telling us your own heartache. Truly amazing super spesh lady xx
I’d like to clarify – the PJs I chose that sad day were by no means sexy. Just thread bare 😂
Sal, I love that photo of us with Aunty Marion….I love the memories we have of such a wonderfully strong, inspiring special lady who has been constant in our lives. Always there…. I have loved spending the past couple of days with you, mum, dad…. Long time Special friends even under such sad circumstances. The laughter we’ve shared with the Stubbington bunch these past couple of days over the ridiculously dodgy photos of us all in outfits that mum and dad clearly should not have put us in (sweatshirt and over sized t-shirt for a wedding – seriously mum?) the rude songs we sang as bridesmaids that we’d forgotten about! The France holidays sitting on the the plastic ‘kids’ table, the amazing sand constructions that Uncle Keith built much to the envy of the French kids! The bike rides, the ice creams consumed, the walks with Penny, the games of trivial pursuit, the numerous New Year’s Eve parties spent creeping round the top of the stairs wanting to join in with the adults!
And last night and today… The roller coaster of emotions, tears of fun watching Derby slurring and getting mum drunk on random honey rum, talking about old times and being surrounded by people who although we haven’t seen for years, hold such special places in our hearts. The laughter and sadness tears of you getting stuck in your coat (again) in the crematorium and us discreetly trying to get you out of the dam thing as we say goodbye to our dear Godmother (I think she’d have found that highly amusing Sal).
We are so lucky Sal to have these people in our lives, especially you Aunty Marion…goodbye and God bless xxxx
These past couple of days have reaffirmed just how lucky we are to have such special memories and people in our lives xx
PS thanks for helping me get out of my coat. Again!