It all starts with a hello, and ends with a good bye. I promise I’ve got some great recipes and reviews coming up, but for now, you lucky readers are getting an insight of my inner thoughts.
Hellos are fabulous aren’t they? That first hug of a newborn, that locked gaze across a room to a potential lover, that first kiss is amazing ( if it’s not then they probably aren’t for you but I’m digressing). Friends reuniting, with this pandemic in mind that first hug for families being reunited will be truly magical. Yes hellos can be the thing that memories and dreams are made of. Goodbyes….. well they are a whole different ball game.
There’s a general good bye … not too bad but often disappointing. Departures at airports waving goodbye to loved ones often causes those tears to well up.
The end of a relationship is hard and heartbreaking ( or a happy release In some cases) but for me the death of a loved one is the hardest goodbye of all.
Now today Matt Hancock has tweeted this 👇🏼
This is not a political post but the ONLY 36 has really hit a nerve. The use on only tells me he has not lost a loved one during this pandemic… well sadly I have, and my goodness the pain runs deep and the anger is building.
The coronavirus pandemic has bought many challenges the worst for me was the death of my grandad. Mum called me 3.5 weeks ago- the paramedics were with them. I made their house in 5 minutes. The ambulance still there lights glaring- heroes inside doing their thing. I’m eternally grateful to those two men “ you can come and have a minute but we really must go”
I held grandad’s hand and I said “ Don’t worry you’re in great hands we’ll come and get you soon” That was the last I saw and heard from him. He had an emergency procedure, it had gone well and doctors were talking about him coming home. Yet on day 4 at 8.30 am I got a phone call from mum. The doctor had just called her to say grandad had passed away. Both of us told over a phone..and I was numb. I couldn’t hug my mum or dad… they couldn’t hug me. I could hear the pain and sorrow in their voices. Let me tell you, it is heartbreaking and the grief engulfs you like a wave.
Organising a funeral over social distancing is hard as well. Only 8 people allowed, from a maximum of 4 households, all at least 2 meters apart. I still cannot sit by or hug my mum due to being in a different household- my husband cannot be with me. Can you imagine how difficult that is going to be?
The positive is grandad will get the send off he wanted ( we’d talked about this). He will get his favourite songs played – The chain by Fleetwood Mac and The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face by Roberta Flack ( obviously I’ll lose it at this point). We will then have tea and cake ( his favourite) in the garden all 2 meters apart but with comfort we are together to celebrate his colourful life ( come on I’ve got to have got it from somewhere).
To anyone going through the same I’m so sorry. Time is apparently a healer- I’m yet to find that route but it will come. It’s a difficult time, and I’m sure for us all things will get easier.
But for now, from me one final time. Goodbye grandad. I will miss you
Love you so much
Gem x l