I always knew it would be difficult today. After Terrible Tuesday, I knew it would be
very hard. But it was hell.
My plan was to open all John's Birthday Cards first, read them out aloud, and, possibly sing Happy Birthday to him, which has always been the first thing I have done on Christmas Day.
I couldn't even open one card.
So then I thought I'd try instead to open the family Christmas cards, with "Dad" and "Grandpa" on the envelopes. Well that never came about either. I took my Christmas Card to John at the Home on Sunday, and put the Whitetac in my bag, so I could put it on the wall, after I showed it to him. Which I did, though it didn't register.
And there was a present that one of the carers at the Home gave me, beautifully wrapped, addressed to us both. That's still unwrapped. I went to my daughter's for a few hours, and we had a lovely dinner, and she and my son-in-law and grand-daughter kept me going.
My son had bought my presents from America online, and sent to my daughter, including the film Philomena, which I'd read about, and I know will give me a good cry, a massive jar of cashew nuts, which I adore, and a book entitled "365 easy tunes to play on your ukulele" - so I must buy one and learn now!
My daughter's gifts included Chanel No 5 Bath Essence, a CD of songs from the Musicals, and a box of Thornton's Alpini chocolates. For about 25 years, every time I pass a Thornton's, I buy myself
one Alpini! Their gifts were so thoughtful.
I've just had a lovely one hour Skype with my son and his family (thank God for modern technology), and my son made me laugh so much when he told me this tale. On Tuesday, he told his 15 year old daughter, and then his 6 year old son that Grandpa England had been so poorly, that he had died, and gone to Heaven.
As soon as my son said the word "died"
he dissolved into tears, and my grandson was cuddling my son's head and saying, very solemnly "it's all right Daddy, I know you're sad, and Grandpa England was lovely", and being in general a very kind little boy.
During the day, my grandson was watching loads of TV, so my son eventually said that this was the very last programme he could watch. My grandson protested and shouted "
you're the meanest Daddy in the world", to which my son replied "give me a break, I'm having a really tough day here".
My grandson said "why?", so my son replied "I told you, Grandpa England has died, and he was
my Daddy". My grandson looked at him, and with all the innocence of a 6 year old said "but that was
ages ago! Haven't you got over it yet?"!!!!!
Thank God for Grandchildren.
Perhaps I'll be able to open something tomorrow. I hope everyone has had as good a day as possible, and special thoughts and love to everyone who has been bereaved this year.