It did not end then.

November 7th 2008, should this of been the day Livvy’s story came to an end, the day she left this world for what I believe is a better place.? Should this have been the last ripple she caused on this world? Regardless of what should have been or what could of been, her story did not end there, only here did the next chapter of her story begin. Her promise, her teachings and most of all her hope, the unique new paragraphs of her legacy

If I’m going to be completely transparent as I write here, I have to confess I didn’t see the next page straight away, I stumbled back and forth through the last pages day after day. I questioned the ending, stumbling over the reasons, failing to find the acceptance in what had become. I wasn’t ready for my hero to die, not ready to give up on our numerous adventures and devastated not to have one more of her incredible hugs. I couldn’t see beyond her end. I couldn’t feel beyond the pain of her loss, and grief well it had become my best friend never leaving my side moment by moment, breathe by breathe. 

Right then at that time the only legacy I could see was pain, was loss.

I will not tell you time eased anything because being honest time was an evil that I hated, every day that passed was one more without her. It didn’t ease, time twisted the knife in deeper making her seem farther and farther away. 

Time became my enemy and the past something I prayed for. 

Yet through time I learned that no matter how much your heart breaks the body continues on. 

No matter how you cry out for the world to stop turning, it still spins. 

I will not tell you the next step of my transition came straight away or that I picked up any particular signs but overtime the more I shared my heart about Livvy the more I remembered her fighting spirit. I remembered all the moments Dr’s had given up on her and how she had fought on.

My heart began to feel with her courage, her spirit began to feed through my veins. 

I had to make a decision, a decsion to live,

Determinded to live loving harder. 

I knew In my heart that Livvy had lived loved, she had known a life full of love, security and a lot of laughter. Yet many, many do not know this and this was something I could do, something I wanted to do for others. 

The next chapter was a new beginning, new begining’s for others. Livvy, she may have not been physically here, but my heart held her in every decision I made and in every heart I wanted to heal.

Her legacy is and always will be love.

My children are my reasons. 

When Daniel came into my life she couldn’t have made it more obvious unless she had gift wrapped him with a bow labelled, “send in love from Livvy”. He was ours to love and love hard, he was our gift of joy, heaven send.

Daniel like Livvy is a great reminder of the truth, that life is not measured by days, weeks or years but by the hearts that you make feel whole. Riches are not found in money or fancy things but in the smiles you create. 

Livvy’s story is still unfinished, her legacy is living and loving, right here and right now.

The pages are still being written, chapters yet to be wrote, page by page, memory by memory.

A date I didn’t want in my diary.

When your child is born your mind is full of the moments that are coming. The special dates that will fill your calendar. You start planning for the celebrations, their first birthday, their christening, their first day at school. Your mind races forward into their future, will they fall in love, will they be happy? So many will they be’s just as it should be, yet no parents expects to add, when will I lose them? How do you add how to plan their funeral to this future planning list?

Yet when your child is born with complex needs these thoughts invade your mind even when you try hard not to allow them. You live in a constant battle between hope and fear.

When we were told by Livvy’s consultant that he couldn’t promise us forever our minds went to places no parent should ever have to go.

When we lost her, another date appeared in our diary. Not one of celebration but one of brokenness.

We do mark the day we lost Livvy yet I know others that don’t, they don’t want to dwell on the day they lost their child and I get that. Yet for me personally it would always be the elephant in the room, the day my heart broke into pieces.

We take Livvy flowers and decorate her grave, not in celebration but in appreciation. Thankful for the gift of being her Mama, for the wonderful nine and half years she blessed this world.

It may seem strange to some but the day we lost her is a day I have to acknowledge, an anniversary I have to remember. I have to allow my heart the space to break and my mind to grieve. It’s a day where I can admit that life sucks without her and I’m still annoyed the world keeps on turning.

It’s also a day where I remind myself how lucky I was to have her and how my journey isn’t finished. It’s a day I love harder on her sisters, her new brother and of course her Daddy. I hold on to the gift of life and the memories we have and those we have still to make. Make plans for magic moments to come. Places to visit, friends to hug.

Yet the only thing I can guarantee about this day is that I have no idea how I will feel and that’s perfectly ok. It’s a day I don’t have to enjoy, have to make special it’s a day I just have to be. To be whatever my heart needs it to be.

Whatever we need it to be x

Walking in her footprints.

We have just been away for a few days, a holiday with just Daniel, myself and Alan. It literally was a comedy of errors. Firstly I was supposed to meet up with the gorgeous Danielle and her beautiful daughter Evie but its seems there is a few hundred miles between Twynn and Towyn whoops. We were supposed to meet a family we love from our playgroup but it didn’t happen, everything just changed or maybe everything became how it was meant to be.

Due to my plonker-ness I was given time to be still, to refresh my soul, the freedom I find as I stare out over the ocean is something I cannot explain. Its as if I can actually breathe deeper for a little while. My heart beats to the song of the waves and my mind stays still just for a moment. 

My holiday may not have gone as planned but it was lovely. 

We visited the Talyllyn railway and travelled through the mountains on Douglas the steam train. Daniel loved it, the gentle movements of the train made for good napping but when the whistle blew he smiled so widely it was precious.

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I do have to shout out to the staff at the Talyllyn railway as they were so amazing, from the ticket lady who made sure we got the carers discount to the guard who made sure the ramp was ready for us, we were treated so well. There was no issue of the wheelchair they just wanted to make sure Daniel had an amazing time. I loved it, the actual fact that I had to sit for a couple of hours and just relax and admire the scenery was so needed. I actually think they could advertise the journey as a soul refresher as I left feeling lighter. 

We visited Barmouth on Wednesday and it was hard, the last time I had walked those narrow pathways was with Livvy. Gosh she loved the beach, my girls they played for hours. Livvy like a queen in her dingy, us nearly destroying her new wheelchair with salt water, she was there. As I sat watching the sea eating my fish and chips I could feel her. As we took Daniel for his first donkey ride I could hear her laughter on the wind. 

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As I watched Daniel trot up and down the beach I held on tight to the fact that he now stood where his big sister did. He got to experience what she did and I, well I  got to see and remember my children happiness. 

Making memories, holding memories close.