Sunday 22 August 2010

Leaving a legacy.


I have recently watched again Matt's Thanksgiving service on dvd.
It took place on 22nd September 2006, 5 days after my dad's 88th birthday and 7 days before Alan's 22nd birthday.

It was a very moving experience, and as it was only the second time I had watched it in 4 years hardly surprising.

I also found it comforting to see how full the church was and the many people young and old, who had made a special journey to be there.
There were around 450+

The many conversations afterwards, and in later months and years, stories filtered down about people who had reassessed their lives and made changes.
A life cut off at 30 made them think of what they considered to be vital to their own................
But the thing which grabbed me most of all was what Matt had considered important in his life.
His faith, and his care of others, came to the fore, not to mention the sense of humour which would have him rolling round the floor laughing at times!!
All this made me smile.
And remember.

So if you read this I hope it makes you think...........

Matt left a legacy...................long may it bear fruit.


Legacy by Nicole Nordemann

I don't mind if you've got something nice to say about me

And I enjoy an accolade like the rest
You could take my picture and hang it in a gallery
Of all who's who and so-n-so's that used to be the best
At such'n'such ... it wouldn't matter much

I won't lie, it feels alright to see your name in lights
We all need an 'Atta boy' or 'Atta girl'
But in the end I'd like to hang my hat on more besides
The temporary trappings of this world

I want to leave a legacy
How will they remember me?
Did I choose to love? Did I point to You enough
To make a mark on things?
I want to leave an offering
A child of mercy and grace who
blessed your name unapologetically
And leave that kind of legacy

I don't have to look too far or too long awhile
To make a lengthly list of all that I enjoy
It's an accumulating trinket and a treasure pile
Where moth and rust, thieves and such will soon enough destroy

Not well traveled, not well read, not well-to-do or well bred
Just want to hear instead, "Well Done" good and faithful one...

Thursday 12 August 2010

Listening to the clock............August 2010

When I have had my breakfast, I like to sit in our back room, looking out at the garden, and then I open my Bible.
Quiet moments.........................
Special moments......................
I am privileged to have the time to spend reading and then in prayer.

These moments have become even more special during the past 4 years, (next month) since Matt's death.
A marshalling of thoughts, and a renewal of strength.
And do I need it still at times, to go on.

All this is now taking place alongside the ticking of dad's clock. A nice symmetry in that. He bought it not long after the death of my mum at the age of 70, in August 1990. He said it was like a friend, and helped him to cope with the silence of the evenings.
And now it is a reminder of them both.

So this morning before I sat down I wandered up the garden, and sniffed the air. There was a nip in it, and a sense of approaching autumn.
I used to love the onset of autumn, the richness of the colours, and the sharpness of the light. Some apples lay on the ground, fallen from our ancient tree. It has produced a good crop this year. They are surprisingly sweet.
I know every inch of that garden, and love grubbing about in the earth and pruning bushes and trimming the rampant hedges!!
But the nip in the air and the indefinable subtle shift in the colours of the shrubs and leaves made my heart lurch....................................................
September approaches.
And what do people say at times, after 4 years have almost passed, on 10th September, 2010
" Time heals"
" It gets better as time goes on"
"The sense of loss decreases"
" You are 'moving on' "
" Life goes on"

Well, I can categorically say
" No, time does not heal, and never will. The wound is still there, not as raw, but each morning and evening it makes it's presence felt"
" In lots of ways it does indeed get better, but it will never ever be the same without my son"
"Yes, I am moving on, that is how it should be, and I have no choice, the alternative would be not to live anymore, and that is an easy option"
" Life goes on............................all around, the ups and downs, the good times, better times, difficult times, joyful ones, downright bad ones, life will always go on........................we have to choose to face it head on"

For that I have my special moments each day, wherever possible, and a Saviour who suffered for me brings me comfort.

Autumn beckons
Edges of leaves beginning to appear in subtler moods of russet reds
Landscapes of rolling corn, yellow against an inky dark storm-approaching sky, lit by a decreasing sun-strength.
Birds are quiet
Fledglings flown
Fruit trees weighed down
And the waves break over the rocks where you are hidden.....................
The seagulls wheel overhead
Autumn beckons...............................
My heart lurches with the memory
So it will be because when we love deeply,
We inwardly mourn deeply, hidden from the world,
In a private place,
Our own thoughts
Of a baby nestled close
First laugh
First step
First word
First birthday
First friend
First school
First "I love you mum"
First heartbreak
First prayer
First home
First car
..................................................
30th birthday.
Last day.
10th September 2006

So, my heart tells me what I already know,
September beckons.




Tuesday 29 June 2010

Dad's rose.

Early I woke today, dad
And went out in the freshness of the morning
Smelling the damp grass where the shower passed
Last night.
The cool newness of the air,
After a warm night.

It's always like this
In the arrival of the long summer days
When we have the endless blue and the
Unexpected warmth of a sun
Which brings dappled light
And throws sharp shadows
On the ground.

This time we have a taste of summer
That brings with it
Another summer remembered
Hot, sunny, burnt lawns
Sultry air suddenly touching my face.

Another garden........................
Another place.
And a hug, given with love.

Summer days, long evenings, stir the depths of all I have lost.
But for dad, I now have a rose
Who has bloomed as gloriously as the ones
He used to grow

And my sunflowers
For Matt,
Are once again making their journey
Towards the sky of blue.

I love their French name
Tournesol
Meaning
To turn the face to the sun.
So dad,
Your rose is beautiful today.
Love you,
Both.




Saturday 22 May 2010

Simply remembering..........................................



















My dad with Heidi, at the Lizard 2004. The other pictures are all taken there. The second and third ones at Cadgwith, a favourite stopping place.............then Matt at his brother's 21st, September 2005.


And my dad, last May, 2009.
We're into our fourth year now without Matt, and the beginning of a year without my dad.

How lives can change in a short time.
And on days when the sun shines and the skies are endless blue, the missing of them tugs at the heart.............
These brief days of summer sunshine bring back so many thoughts of other days shared and enjoyed......................





And now are no more.





And in a couple of weeks time, Timelord and I will be back in our favourite place on the Lizard, just the two of us...............................................enjoying again the beauty of the scenery and remembering.


















































Thursday 11 March 2010

Mothering Sunday again

The reason Matt was holding a Rolf Harris cd was that his brother Alan was going to Australia to live in Brisbane for just under a year. He was going to work with Scripture Union Queensland. He went in October 2003.
It caused much merriment, this cd!
Especially " Tie Me kangaroo Down Sport" and "Jake the Peg......." !!
TL had "Waltzing Matilda" as his ring tone on his mobile whilst Alan was away.
Touching.
The settee and décor are changed now.
Bit like us.
Mothering Sunday cards,( to give Mother's Day it's correct title) have been in the shops for awhile.
They are like a double-edged sword to me.
Our family is forever incomplete.

Mothering Sunday last year, 2009, saw me again on the M6 driving North, as my dad had been taken ill. I was there two and a half weeks.
I took my cards with me and the gifts I had been given. And as I drove, I thought how ironic it was to be driving on that particular day, as once again I drove passed the site of the accident, deliberately, a defiant homage to you, Matt.

So here we are again, and on Sunday we will have Alan and Jen here. And we will enjoy the day. I still have two sons..........

I have two sons,
Forever in my thoughts.
And prayers
And tears and love
Anguish
Joy
Pride
Wonder
Sadness and gladness.

To hold you when you were born
Was the most amazing thing I have ever known,
To say goodbye the most profound
Deep
Dark
Grief.

Two brothers
Now one without the other
Scarred

But we remember
You


So, on Mothering Sunday, I will run the gauntlet of loss once more, thinking of that other mother for whom the day is named.
Then comes Easter!!!







Friday 26 February 2010

Home again.































Home again...................from the hills.

I drove the miles yesterday.......
South.
Thinking of you.
And thinking of the dad I'd left behind.
One aged 91
And the other forever 30.

Memories of the two of you together surface now
A proud granddad relating to us how he sported a red rose the day you were born,
Pushing you out in your pram, when he and mum came to visit
Giving you a Burnley FC bobcap, and having his photo taken with you, in the kitchen of our second flat, near Portsmouth.
Teaching you to sing,
"You push the damper in,
And you pull the damper out,
And the smoke goes up the chimney just the same.......
Star of the evening,
Sail across the cook-house doo-oo-or!
Star of the evening,
And the smoke goes up the chimney as before!"

All this to vigorous hand and arm actions!
He sang it to me when I was small. And so I sang it to you.
On the hillside in the picture, near the tower, I have a photo of the two of you one Easter.
Good Friday was always a day when people traditionally climbed up there.
You were in your late teens, and smiled at the camera, jacket slung over one shoulder.
Posing for the shot!!

And I drove on..........
I had driven over 300 miles in 4 days, as I also travelled over the Pennines to see my sister.
As I turned on to our drive, Tiger was sitting in the upstairs bedroom window, surveying the scene.
As it was an almost springlike afternoon, he was released from his captivity into his favourite haunts outside.
I closed the door once more, to silence, except for the ticking of dad's chiming clock..............
Home again, and yet not home,
I'll never be competely home,
There's a space, a void,

But you had made the journey with me..........all those miles, there and back.
Time to enter my life here once more...................and as usual it started with a cup of tea.






Sunday 31 January 2010

Matt's beloved Villa!

The last time Villa won something significant, was the Coca Cola Cup, in 1994 against Manchester United.

There is a good story behind this picture of Matt in the Villa Family Suite, holding up the trophy in April 1994.
And now they are in the League Cup (Carling) Final again, playing Manchester United again!

I remember quite well when we watched the match on television. The highs and lows, the nail biting, the cat disappearing fast when we all shouted and threw cushions in the air! Each goal celebrated with whoops and cheers!!

When Villa brought the trophy back to Villa park, they paraded it round the ground, for the fans to see.
It was a night match and I took Alan along with us. He was 10 years old and Matt about to become 18 years old.
We were in the Doug Ellis Stand, near the front. But we found our view restricted by a huge net of balloons on the pitch, as the players walked around the ground, in front of the baying Holte end, then on to the Trinity Road stand opposite, but having completed their walk at the North Stand, for some inexplicable reason they did not come along the ( what was then) the Witton Lane side. So having been there early and also got very wet as it was raining, and Alan not feeling too well(!) we did not even get a glimpse of the cup.
I decided to write to Doug Ellis, (known as Deadly Doug to afficianados!) the then Chairman. I simply told him that we had waited in the rain and with great anticipation, only to be denied the pleasure of seeing the Coca Cola (League Cup) Trophy that night.
To my astonishment I had a reply.
Doug Ellis apologised and said if I were to take Matt and Alan to the match on April 23rd, Saturday, tickets provided, we could all got to the Family Suite before the game and have photos with the cup!!
What a result!
It was Matt's 18th Birthday that very day!!
How proud he was and thrilled and excited all at once as he lifted that trophy for his photo.
Mum and brother also have photos.
A wonderful present!!
Sadly no ticket for dad.
But we all went out to dinner that night for another celebration.
Matt actually got to play on the hallowed Villa turf with his works' team. He came to have his photo taken by us, and you can just see him at the front of the picture!! he always fancied himself as Frank Lampard!! He did have a likeness to him! But they lost. Not before his mum had bawled and shouted during the matches. (It was a 7 a side knock out.)
One Chris Rankin and his sister were with us, and Chris had never seen us shout and whistle before. He said it was a revelation! (;-))
And it was Chris's birthday this last week.
We miss him too.
Hasta la vista Señor Pasta Creese!
God be with you both till we meet again.


Matt in the last photo in San Francisco wearing his Villa shirt.