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Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Hi Everybody.

We are still around, just working so hard I never get time to write. My poor book that I am so desperate to write just does not get attention.

We are still doing charity work and still need support. We recently made little Mpho’s wish come true. She was terminal and wanted to go on a bit of a shopping spree, so we bought her some clothing vouchers. She died 6 weeks later. We paid for the balloons at a memorial and we have helped settle a lot of Timothy’s medical bills. We want to help Arya now, so on we plod, trying to make a difference. We are looking for cyclists for the AHODF 94.7 team. Any brave takers out there?

Life is good. Miss K celebrated her 1st birthday on the 22nd of September. She is a such a clever little monkey. She took her first few steps around 10 months so by 1 she was running around like a lunatic. She loves to climb and is so brave (unlike her mother thank goodness). She is fearless. She has eaten a fair amount of soil, quite fancies Peanut’s dog pellets and last week I took a Christmas beetle out of her mouth – I guess she was getting a head start on her Christmas cheer.

She is also talking a bit. She said her first sentence the other day. She said “there’s Dada”. That’s a sentence isn’t it? She combined 2 words. Granted it was not, “Hi Mommy, welcome back from work!” but you got to start somewhere. I love it when she sits somewhere and yells “Mama, mama, mama!” It’s so cute. She can make a variety of animal noises. She can bark, moo, baa baa and sssssssssssssss for a snake. She loves to point at birds and go burrrrrrrrr and she will try and copy any word we say.

She has a very healthy appetite and wants to eat whatever we are eating. She refuses though to let me feed her, so I have to scoop the food I so lovingly prepare into a plastic bowl, give her her plastic spoon and she decorates her chair, face, hair and body. Peanut is always standing guard beneath the high chair – what a clever little dog. At her 1 year check up she weighed 10.8 kgs which is a lot more than tripling her birth weight which she is supposed to do by age 1. I am contemplating a brother or sister but am a little scared of my odds. After Declan, I almost feel I should stop now while I am ahead. I turn 40 next April, so I need to make my mind and Daryl’s up for him pretty soon.

We had the best party ever. I loved the birthday weekend. We opened pressies and ate cake and blew out a candle and also had her dedicated that weekend. Of course she wouldn’t let me hold her and she walked around the front of the church waving at people and performing some of her dance moves. She seems to like an audience – must get that from her father.

I still think of my boy each and every single day. I guess that will never ever change. Kyra points at pictures of Declan and says “baba” or “De-de”. I can’t wait to tell her all about him one day.

Please continue to support the charity. We need cyclists and of course donations. Thank you soooooooo much to those who continue to make monthly deposits to help us make a difference. Don’t forget that next year we will be doing Oceans again. We raised R30 000 on that single event and I want to make it even bigger next year, so get out those tackies and start training. If I could do it last year, 6 months after having a baby, so can you.

Lots and lots and lots of love

Gillian and Daryl and Kyra and Peanut

Love you my Declan – wish I could give you a cuddle right now and wish you were sitting here in the lounge playing with your toys while I write this.

Friday, June 17, 2011

Happy Birthday little Deccie.

And thank you for all the messages and for remembering this special day of ours.

We took Miss K to the Spur for a little “party”. She was so well behaved – just sat in the little chair attached to the table and nibbled on the place mat. We figured if Dec was still here that was where we would have been in all likelihood, so we went and did what we would have done. The only thing missing was his cute little face and the waiters singing to us while he tried to blow out the sparkler. But since that is the closest we could get, that is what we did.

He would have been 3. Time flies by so quickly and time does heal. It is still hard and I still had quite a few moments on the 14th where the tears just flowed, but it is nowhere near as hard as June 2009, his first birthday.

I guess day by day you come to terms with the loss and you learn to live with it. It never goes away, but it becomes bearable.

Thank you again for all the messages. I can’t tell you how much it means to know that he is not forgotten.

The charity is still going great guns. We were able to help with R30 000 worth of Timothy Finaughtys medical bills after we ran Oceans and this week, we were able to make the dream of a little girl come true. She is 14 and is terminal and her wish was to buy some new clothes. It is not exactly in line with what we were created to do – i.e. pay medical bills, but how could we say no. She is 14, she knows she is dieing and she would like to look pretty in her last days. I wish I could have been with her to see the joy on her face as she picked out her new threads. I am guessing it is not something she has had the pleasure of doing much in her life, given that it was a “reach for a dream” type wish.

Lots of love to everybody

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