True Inscription 

A few weeks ago someone asked me why my daughters gravestone didn’t say beloved daughter, sister and maybe granddaughter. As many of the others did. 

I wasn’t going to answer but the question has been turning over and over In my mind. 

The truth is what you write on your loved ones stone is a personal preference,  but for us, we simply couldn’t get a stone big enough to define who Livvy was to everyone 

Besides being a daughter, Olivia was a beloved sister, she was also a granddaughter, a niece, a god daughter, a cousin and a dear friend. Livvy was also a pupil loved by her teachers.  A patient well cared for by her doctors she was all this and so much more. One neighbour told me that she was the smile that brightened his day. 

How could one stone hold all that she was, all that she is? 

Choosing a gravestone is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. You have limited space and a small amount of words to describe your loved one. How do you honour them in your words? So many times since the stone was laid I have questioned did we make the right choice, I think we did.

  

Still I don’t think the stone is all we have to remember or honour my sweet girl. 

Everything that we do is in hope to bring joy to her memory. The laughter we share together as a family, the arms that we open to others children. The friendships we make.

The stone is a place which marks the spot where her ashes lie.

Yet in my heart and in those who love her is the true inscription that honours my beautiful girl. 

I’m considering becoming a hermit

Ok maybe the title of this post is a little extreme but I am finding myself increasing enjoying my own company more than ever.

Having time to work through my thoughts.

Reading books and having the time to digest the meanings.

No small talk

Quiet time in conversation with God.

Journaling to my hearts content.

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Ok ok being truthful I couldn’t become a hermit. I need my daily fix of cuddles and smooches.

But it is nice once in a while to have some time out.

Since Christmas I have taken a step back from social networking, my mobile phone, my laptop.

It didn’t start out as an intentional thing just an escape from feeling overwhelmed . I couldn’t keep up, my twitter feed was out of control. Tweets on events that I had completely missed out on. Situations with friends that had just bypassed me in the numerous irrelevance that I was following.

Facebook was the same how can one person have over 100 notifications in a day, I’m so not that popular, just group updates etc etc

My email box looked scary, I just began to avoid it.

So I took a step back. Decided that if it was important I would deal with it but if not I would let it go.

Refusing to check my accounts no more than 5 times a day rather than every 5 minutes.

Radical maybe ha ha but I survived and I’ve thrived.

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I’ve read whole books in one sitting rather than a couple of chapters while checking twitter.

I held conversations with my children without checking my phone just in case.

I’ve watched DVDs snuggled on the sofa with my husband, no pausing or losing the plot just to return this email.

I’ve been present in my life. In the here and now with the person I’m standing with, not allowing half of my mind to be whirling around in cyberworld.

In the silence I have began a journey of reminding myself of who I am and who I wish to be.

I’m not really ever going to become a hermit but I have and will be continuing with the changes I have made.

Being present in your loved ones life’s is so much more important that being present in the virtual world.

Lesson learned.

“Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.” — Tennessee Williams

“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment.” — Henry David Thoreau