The Hardest Thing I Ever Had to Do


Looking at the stuff in my ‘Drafts’ folder of the blog and I found this!
I thought I’d posted it ages ok! So I’ll do it now. My mam will be 8 years gone on March 16th 😦

This is another post based on one of the random titles I was given to write about – testing my ability to write ‘on demand’.
The title ‘The Hardest Thing I’ve ever had to do’ was suggested by Karen Mulreid

I have a Top 5 list of the most special times in my life. The hardest thing I ever had to do comes right in the middle of one of those times. It was, saying goodbye to my mother.

The 2/3 weeks previous to that were painful but wonderful. I came home from the UK as mam was sick and spent the next couple of weeks with my 7 siblings, going in and out of the hospital. We laughed and cried and ate together. Some of my fave things to do 🙂 Not all of us could see her at once so we’d go in and out in small groups while others waited outside.

At times it was awful! As she was on a ventilator, she couldn’t speak. So communication was an issue. But then we would end up in fits of laughter cos we’d try to work out what she was saying and when we got it wrong she’d be throwing her eyes to heaven. We started to call her Lassie at one stage.

She didn’t want us to bother the nurses. Even when there was something wrong or she was uncomfortable I’d offer to get someone and she’d stop me. I was not to trouble them.

I had the odd moment alone with her. It got to the stage she was deteriorating and was always heavily sedated. I sat by her bed alone and very quietly sang a tearful version of John Rutter’s setting of Numbers 6: 24-26 as she slept.
“The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace.” I knew it was the beginning of my goodbye.

Betty Keeley – my mammy 🙂

On the day she died we gathered around her bed with my dad, and one by one I watched my siblings say goodbye. As crushing as it is even now to think about it, I feel privileged that we were together. I am thankful that we didn’t have to watch her suffer for years or deteriorate slowly needing more and more care. Not everyone gets to say goodbye like that… or at all. I know how totally blessed we are to have that. So we said goodbye and when she feel asleep for the last time we moved out to let her own siblings and then her grandchildren come in and say goodbye.

For the next two weeks we were all together. We brought her home and we spent time with family, friends and neighbours and we laughed and cried and laughed again. It really was an amazing time.

Losing my mammy – wow! so painful, even now, more than 7 years later! I thank God that the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do is surrounded by weeks of joy, laughter and family.
What a privilege!

Always the Mr. Miyagi, never the Karate Kid


I remember sitting with one of my big brothers, patiently showing him how to play the D chord on his guitar. I thought it was great he wanted to learn and I was happy to help.

I remember him playing his first few songs at a party and how chuffed I was to think that I’d got him that far. I was quite proud of our achievement

I remember the day he came and asked me to help him understand the theory of the chords he was playing. I was relieved I had grade 5 theory & could help.

I remember the day he asked to show him proper tabs as he’d been messing around with  them but knew he wasn’t doing them properly. I looked at him blankly.

And I remember the day he sat with his little sister, patiently showing me how to play the pentatonic scale of D on my guitar. I still haven’t got the hang on it…

I have my mosh moments :)
I have my mosh moments 🙂

I often wonder how that happened. My student went whizzing passed me down Clapton Lane before I’d even realised he was any good!

We’re both guitar teachers nowadays but he’s a real one. He teaches ‘technique’, whereas I teach chords. I got a bit frustrated about it a few years ago but I managed to get over myself and cop on 😀

BUT… it’s happened again!

 

 

One of my Twitter buddies asked in passing one day whether it might be a good idea to start a blog. Her son is autistic and has an amazing awareness of who he is and a great ability to communicate it. She thought it might help and encourage others is a similar situation.

I thought it was a great idea and went through some of the mechanics of it and shared some of my sage-like wisdom

Suffice to say that she and her son are gonna be rock stars! She went on to start a second blog about some health issues she’s been having and both blogs have been ‘spotted’ by mainstream media.

I’m 5 years at this. FIVE YEARS. And not a sniff! Not that I expected to get one actually. But that’s not the point!!!

#harrumph!

Actually I’m not ‘harrumphing’. Well… maybe just a little bit… 😉 but I am absolutely delighted that the blogs have done so well. Her son’s posts are fantastic and I reckon they have the potential to make a huge impact on the awareness and understanding of autism.

And as for mum…. well for a woman I’ve never met face to face (only on Twitter and Skype) I do actually love her to bits and admire her a great deal.

And I bet you will too.

Take a look at autisticandproud and atleastIhaveabrain Two fantastic blogs!

I’m happy to once again be Mr. Myiagi to The Karate Kid, but before you all wax off over to her blogs, don’t forget to wax back on over here will ya! 🙂

Twitter – the answer to writer’s block (or not…)


So I have half a dozen drafts and can’t finish any of them and I’m not sure where to go next.
Twitter is often able to find the solution to problems (and the cause of a lot more). And it has been successful in helping those in distress. Even though the mighty Ken Armstrong insists that “Twitter ain’t gonna find your cat...”

But I asked Twitter to send me some questions to help me get some writing done and all I can say is… they are… unbelievable

@WodkeHawkins If you were my earrings and have been missing a while, where would you be?
I reckon I would be wrapped in a tissue in the bottom of the inside pocket of the bag you used for your cousin’s wedding last year. Either that or you put them in the trash by mistake and they are now in a landfill. Actually you’re from Kansas…. could the Munchkins have them?

@Daracho what are you trying to write?
Anything.. even this will do! 🙂

@patricguntert what is your favourite word and why?
What a great question! It’s not an easy one to answer though! I have two and both of them are made up.
1. Incredibilised – it’s more than shocked and stunned. Far far beyond surprised but not quite to the point of horrified.
2 Smagloo – I made this one up myself. I use it when I can’t remember the word for something. Which happens a lot!

@cathalkeogh Is it true cannibals don’t eat clowns because they taste funny?
No! That is a myth .The reason they don’t eat them is cos they hate the taste of stage make up
2nd question: If all the world’s a stage, where does the audience sit?
On the parcel shelf in you car. Look carefully…. you’ll see them…

@flowersinapot If you were a vehicle, what sort of vehicle would you be?
I would wish to be a big fast car, convertible, red, expensive.
Am actually a very comfortable, old, bashed up estate. With plenty of room in the boot 🙂

@herodfel did you like the movie The Three Amigos
ABSOLUTELY …. My little buttercup has the sweetest smiiiiile
Awh what am I doing! You need to hear the original….  Here you go…

Thanks for all the questions guys… I feel totally oh… what’s the word,…… SMAGLOO! 🙂

There you go again… mistaking our difference of opinion for hatred!


I’ve said this before and it’s gotten me into a fair bit of trouble over the years.
Most of you will know how I feel on this subject, but some of you won’t have read my blog before and therefore might be shocked at what I’m about to say.

Here we go… I don’t like U2.

I don’t like their music and I have a bit of an issue with their lead singer!

I’ve never liked them. Never been into their stuff. I concede that there are one or two classic tracks that everyone in the world should love. But generally I find them very same-y and I’m just not into them. I’m not a big fan of Bono either. I just don’t believe the character. It’s like he’s an actor and he’s not ‘playing’ the role very well.

Most of you are probably horrified. and I’ll probably get a bit of stick for this. But that really is where I stand on U2. Minority opinion I know, but there you have it.

So what does it mean?

Well, very little really.
To you – probably that I’m a musical philistine, that I have no taste, that I should shut up 🙂

But I’ll tell you what it DOESN’T mean! It doesn’t mean I hate Bono, or the other lads in the band. It doesn’t mean I hate U2 fans. Some of my best friends are… yeah you got there before me.

Now you can head off to twitter and say what ever you like about me; but just remember… you’ll be the one doing the hating – NOT ME!

Oh and btw… you can apply this principle to anything else we might disagree on.