Sticking To It

Okay yesterday I mentioned how I wanted to try and do the right thing and blog daily. Well here goes .. let's see how long I can stick with this idea.

Today is the 7th anniversary of my Mums death. It no longer hurts as much to think about her as it used to. I can talk quite freely with the boys about her without getting choked up. I still miss her heaps. I mean who wouldn't miss your Mum if she was no longer around.

I just got interrupted by a phone call. Not a bad thing though. It was Mark's brother. He lives in Western Australia. Mark's not home at the moment so I said I would get him to phone back. Mark's at the caravan park (the one we used to live at).

Where was I .. oh yeah I was talking about Mum. You know how people say it gets easier as time goes by. I know it's an old cliché but its true. It really does get easier. I still find it a little hard to believe that its been seven years though. This also makes me think that the boys other Nanna passed away ten years ago earlier this week. Boy has time flown. This also means that their Granddad passed away 9 years ago this December 8th. Where has the time gone.

Brodie phoned Dad earlier this evening just to check up on him and see how he's going. I worry about him sometimes. He seems to forget that he's told me the same thing a couple of times now. I guess that happens as you get older. He's nearly 80 after all. Anyway we had a good chat and a talk about Mum. He still misses her a lot. Dad said my sister, Vicki, popped in to see him today which was nice. He's a little miffed with her though; she still wont go to the cemetery with him yet she will go with our half-brother.

Mark went out with our neighbour this morning to the MRA (Motorcycle Riders Association of Australia) headquarters. They went to help clean it out as they were no longer using the building. He came home a few hours ago with quite a few 'extras'. We even managed to get some new chairs for our kitchen table. The chairs we had were falling apart after years of punishment from the boys. The new ones look quite good actually after they had a clean, although it is going to take a little getting used to seeing them at the table. You could say it was a blessing that Mark went to help them out. Mark got a few knick knacks too like badges, a t-shirt and a chart (which I think should've gone to the bin!) but he said its a good thing. Hmm .. I'm still thinking on that one lol.

I suppose I had better get off this thing. I need to prepare my lesson for Nursery tomorrow. Not that I want to go. In fact, if I am really honest, I am not interested in being a teacher in Nursery any more. I'm not sure exactly why I feel this way but I do. Perhaps I need to talk with the Bishop about this. I have a feeling that I am going to 'lose' my calling at any rate. Mainly because I live with Mark and we aren't married. We've been good though and are doing the best we can.
As I said I'd better get off this thing and plan my lesson for tomorrow .. at least the activity for it.