Making a difference.

I have been unwell over the last few days, which in no small measure, is due to my anxiety over today and the memorial mass for a much loved teacher

I have sourced some fantastic pieces and met some fantastic craftsmen.

The family planting the Himalayan acer

The benches  by Martin Cook and his son Matt, and armillary by Robert Foster. 

All have gone above and beyond to have everything at school for today.

I am thrilled at how well they have been received by everyone, I was mindful in my choices, of a man, who made a difference, who lived a humble life, who had exquisite taste and lived life his way.

I can’t imagine the family’s feelings of sadness and I hope their faith in each other will sustain them.

A life that touches others goes on forever!  

He did, and it will! 

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Mother’s Day 2017

I’ve had such a lovely weekend….

Saturday was relaxing with a trip to Michaela’s followed by afternoon tea at Dandelion and Burdock in Stock. Since her career change in August, it has been so lovely to have weekend time with Georgina, and yesterday was no exception.


After the scrumptious fare, and as it was a beautiful day we decided to walk the 5 km home. Probably not the most sensible thing in stilettos but hey! 



Joe had already bought me a beautiful orchid on Friday, which will have pride of place in the bedroom, and as he was ided he had to buy non alcoholic Shiraz!


One of the things that really annoys my friend Debbie when we go away is my phone pinging, and I have promised to set it to DND when we go away in May, but it was great to hear the noise this morning and see a photo sent from AUstralia of Andrew and Lis at a friend’s wedding at St kilda. 


How fantastic to have been in their thoughts this weekend, although just being a part of their lives in any small way is so enjoyable. As they all make their way in life and tread different paths, I love to hear and see what they have done and share their excitement in what they hope to do.
Now for a glass of fizz or two to conclude the weekend.

Morse code…

Today I had my nails painted by the wonderful Yas and she was telling me that she recently attended her great granpops funeral – he was 99. She said she never realised so much about his life and was proud to hear so much that was recounted. 

She said he had been something to do with Morse code and she was touched by words the celebrant said.

When visiting graves or seeing the memorial service booklet, the life span is shown as e.g 1941 – 2016 and he said that the dash represents so little written down, but means so much to those that have lost their loved one, as that dash represents their life, memories, achievements and love both given and received. 

Today is St David’s Day, patron saint of Wales, and once again a memory of my friend Sian came to mind. Passionately proud of her Welsh heritage and one of my favourite photos is of her in her Welsh Rugby top. We are almost at the first anniversary of her passing and I am feeling it very keenly, obviously nothing compared to her family. 


I have worn a daffodil today both for Marie Curie and for Sian.

As my timeline continues I thought of how that would look – 

1961 … and in Morse code three dots represent the letter S, how fitting. 


People come and go, friends are forever. 

2016!

It has been a wonderful year full of surprises with lots of sport to enjoy, but tinged with great sadness too with the loss of a very dear friend and a work colleague. 

I have written about the majority of the highs throughout the year and there have been moments of reflection too.


The last few weeks have found me climbing out from a very dark place, and with the love and support of family and friends I feel strong enough to clamber over the edge and look forward to 2017 and all that the new year may bring.

I have been cross with myself for letting my mental health suffer and allowing things to get so bad. On reflection I have realised that there has to be balance in life  you can’t be all things to all people. 

Having lost loved ones has made me more aware of my mortality, how some people unduly suffer, and face up to it with serenity. I have wondered whether this is a late mid life crisis: irrational I know, as I have a wonderful family, a wide circle of good friends, a home, a job and the benefits that culminate from all of the above. But that has not stopped the feelings of anxiety, the fatigue and the utter hopelessness. 

But I am lucky and I have improved over the last few weeks and the feelings, whilst not completely gone, have sufficiently retreated so that I enjoyed an awesome family Christmas.

As we see in the New Year later this evening I don’t want to make any unrealistic resolutions, that if unfulfilled, will only disappoint and dishearten me.

So I will face each day as it comes, enjoy the moments that take my breath away and be more aware of my mental wellbeing and that of those around me. 

I have a trip to Australia to arrange/organise for the latter part of the year and lots of delightful treats to look forward to. My inspiring parents will celebrate their 💎 wedding anniversary in September, and that is no mean feat!


May the hopes and dreams of all those I love and cherish come to fruition and 2017 provide more fun, laughter and love! 

Cheers! 

Flower of Scotland

Yesterday brought sad news, once again, that a very special teacher at school, had passed away. Tony Ward had suffered a stroke whilst on a field trip on the 21st March and spent his remaining days in hospital, surrounded by family and friends.

He appeared to rally, then falter, rally and then pneumonia set in. His passing was peaceful and no doubt he was secure in the knowledge that he was well loved by all who had the privilege to know him.

He was fit, running and excercising at a high level, but his passion was for teaching. He had high expectations, but the 15+ hours a day ensured that students achieved, often above and beyond.

He had a wicked sense of humour, a wonderful home, many friends and inspired so many. He taught my three children, and they are saddened by the news. 

I could eulogise for longer and many ex students have posted fantastic tributes to the legend of Tony.

Suffice to say he will be hugely missed by the school community: I don’t think we are fully aware of how much yet.

He was a true gentleman, a fellow Scot, and, as in the song, I’m unsure as to ‘when will we see yer like again!’ 

 
Tony Ward RIP.

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