Midnight Mass was lovely and I always feel whole somehow when leaving the church in the freezing cold to drive home. When I recieved my blessing this time, I really wanted to cry. Whether it was because her voice was soft and caring or that my emotions are all over the shop at the moment or whether it was because I felt suddenly a sense peace and that everything was going to be alright I really don't know, but I did feel very moved.
I must admit to feeling quite rough this morning though. Not helped by trying to walk across the court on what is now an ice rink with mother's presents and a shopping bag full of goodies, while wearing fashion boots rather than my usual DM type. I reached mother's in a state of laborious breathing and felt like my eyes were popping out of my head and I could hardly stand up straight only to find that I had a blockage in my tubes!
Once fixed and breathing back to as normal as I can for me, we set off to Julie's. Now my mum is a bit of a loose cannon at times as thinks that she is whispering, but in fact is just talking out the side of her mouth in her normal volume and I learnt all my top bitchy remarks from her, but no she was a dream. She sat in awe of Julie's Christmas trees, three in total and was like the Queen mum with all Julie's boys making sure she was catered for and teasing her.
I did have to take the bauble name holder back out her bag, as she really wanted to take that home and sneaked in her serviette twice! She also panicked and tutted when Tif broke the chair he was sitting on, but she had a marvelous day. Thank you so much the Hopkins household for making her's and my Christmas so special. 'It was just like the ones we used have when dad was alive' she said with a dreamy smile on her face.
Later we had my eldest son round and she loves her grandsons. Phone calls from Oliver in Hungary and she got to see the Christmas fairy lights around the village.
All in all one very happy mumma which makes me very happy too.
Lots of love Debbie x
About Me
- Me...Debbie Burden... or known as Burders
- I'll be 55 this August... I've had bronchiectasis for ten years plus this year... End stage lung disease for the past year...been on oxygen for three years... and have I got used to it yet?... nah! I am now waiting for the biggie; a double lung and maybe a heart transplant. I love my life weirdly enough, because I have some wonderful family and friends who are with me every step of the way on my adventures, even though I embarrass them on a daily basis with my unorthodox way of looking at life. Not for the faint hearted!
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