such beauty in the sky

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A year ago today I had surgery for our miscarriage.  It drew a line under the month of tests and scans, false hope and tears.  That baby gave us BabyH, we wouldn’t be 6 weeks away from meeting ‘it’ if we hadn’t had that miscarriage.  I’m not glad that I miscarried, it still hurts sometimes and I still think of that baby.  But I can accept it now.  I understand that this baby doesn’t replace the baby we lost, we can be happy and sad all at once.  So today I am grateful for the blessings we have and will gaze at the stars with a smile on my face and a tear in my eye.

you could save a life just by reading this post!

Today’s blogpost is one of the most important I’ve ever written.
I am not about the number of views – normally.
But please read this, please tweet it or link back to it. 

Why am I being so pushy about this post over all others?

A year ago today I watched a man lose his life
because of a stupid, split second decision
by a man who hoped to save a few minutes on his commute.

For all the coverage of the M5 accident, there are countless others
killed on our roads who’s story barely makes the local paper.

According to the government site:

• motorcyclists account for 1% of total road traffic
  but 21% of all road user deaths
• they are 50 times more likely to be killed or seriously injured in serious or fatal  road accidents than car drivers

Now I am guessing that you probably think this is because they choose to ride a bike with less protection than a car, weave in and out of traffic or travelling at high speeds. 

Here’s a video put together by a Dublin motorcyclist documenting the daily dangers he encounters:

So please take a little extra care to look for motorcyclists, 
drive carefully and to obey traffic laws. 

You might be 5 minutes late for work. 
But one day Ron just never made it to work…

Forever a Daddy’s girl

You know one of those days when you just need to sit down with a bottle of wine mug of tea and copious amounts of cake and just rant away to someone until you have to give-in and breathe?  Yup that.

This weekend my Dad came down to help Mark do some work on the house.  He snapped this pic of the two of us when we went out for drinks and curry.  I really love it.  Infact, I really love my Dad, getting to hang out with him is a treat.

It seems even more poignant posting this, which I’d already planned, as yesterday morning my Granddad died after being ill for a number of months and probably years really.  We have had a strained relationship for a number of years.  Somehow it makes the grieving process harder.  I think maybe it’s more that I grieve for the missed opportunity, the what could have been, rather than mourning the loss of the person. 

I’m grateful for having such a wonderful relationship with my parents, my Gran and my Uncle Harry {adopted Granddad who I miss with all my heart every.single.day}.  I love them for the people they are, not just because of the linkage we have.  It’s something I cherish.  One of my greatest hopes for our baby is that they too grow to have similarly fabulous people in their lives.