And The Vicar Said: “You’re All Orphans, Now”.

Losing a parent is very hard! This I found out in 2009 when my much-loved Father passed away.

Based in the UK at the time, this distressing event was the motivator that caused me to return to Perth, & make it my home – I didn’t want to be 12,000 miles away in case something happened to my Mother.

Fortunately, she always took care of herself, and exercised regularly, and bounced back from any illness, but…..my location, & her resilience, really had nothing to do with life’s plan, because; heartbreakingly……my Mother passed away at the end of February after a short & unexpected stay in hospital.

Because we (I have 5 siblings) were so unprepared for Mum to make this journey, it’s struck us all in different ways, for myself – my life has seemed to stop – it’s like, I’m in limbo, and yet; I have an innate belief that life goes on in Spirit, but this doesn’t stop me; missing her greatly, and it’s brought with it, a sense of aloneness, that I ‘never’ normally feel.

It’s also highlighted my father’s passing and, the fact that; as the vicar said: “We’re all orphans now”.

I know, I’m not the only person to have lost both their parents, in truth, I consider myself lucky to have had them, as long as I did, but it doesn’t stop the pain or the sense of unfairness. Yet though all this, I’m aware; they’ve only stepped through another door, and continue to watch over me, and the rest of their ‘quite large’ & well-loved family.

Over the last few months, there have been times that Mum has made her presence known. She’s told me she loves me, held my hand whilst I was walking to the local shops (we always used to shop together), and once, she even made her displeasure quite obvious, when I got a non-too-gentle clip around the back of my head.

It’s starting to get cold in Perth now, & late one evening, I turned on the gas heater – I’m not a fan of gas, so very rarely use it – but, I did one night, and the heat, & exhaustion gradually made me nod off. Only to be woken quite abruptly by Mum’s little love-tap. She probably found it quite funny, but then; so did I, after a moment of chagrin.

As time has passed, I’ve remembered everything my parents ever did for me, and I’m very grateful, that I came to earth with my spiritual abilities, because not only, do I know ‘I will see them again!’ but it’s also added a degree of comfort to my family.

So with sadness, comes joy. With grief, comes remembrance, and with faith, comes trust, that; our family & friends never leave us. They walk by our side, and watch, listen, laugh, cry, & most of all; love with us, until it’s our turn to take the next step, in life’s great adventure.

 

My Parents, in their early twenties – approx 1957.

Remember The People That Matter.

I’ve not been able to post for the last few days, and I’ve only got time for a quickie now – so to speak – as I’ve been spending a lot time, sat in the waiting room, of Perth’s primary public hospital, in fact; that’s where I’m typing this.

There I was; lying comfortably, in the land-of-nod, at 7.15am on Sunday morning, when I heard a feeble voice call out my name, believing it to be a dream; I ignored it. Only to hear “Julie Julie” being called out again.

Rushing up the hallway, I discover my mother in extreme pain clutching her lower leg and to cut a long story short, after an ambulance ride which my 9-year-old niece envies – she told me, she wants to ride shotgun next time – my siblings and I spent the day waiting; whilst my mother had 2 blood clots removed from her right leg…..one quite large, from what I can understand.

Five days later, my mother’s doctors are still trying to discover where the clots originated, and why they formed, which is why, she’s currently undergoing an endoscopic-like procedure, whereby they insert a probe to look at the heart. And, as my siblings are predominantly nine-to-fivers, I’m sat here alone, trying to keep busy, whilst the hospital bustles around me.

This wasn’t mum’s original choice of hospital, she wanted to go private, but the paramedics; take patients to whichever is closest, which Royal Perth Hospital was, and I must say; they’ve been brilliant. The nurses are cheerful, and helpful, the doctors; willing to explain what’s happening, the physiotherapists push when necessary, and as it’s the home of; West Australia’s major ‘adult’ trauma centre, emergency helicopters land, literally, just outside my mother’s window. I’ve witnessed them land, about 4 times, over the last few days, not at night unfortunately, but that did happened last evening, from what I can understand.

Where I’m leading with all this, is……..remember to thank the people; that do the jobs, you may not want to, for very little recompense, at all hours of the day or night, because you may need them one day. And, no matter how busy you become, don’t forget to spend time with your parents. Fortunately, I still have my mother, but sadly, I lost my father 6 years ago, and there’s still a lot I would love to say to him, or do with him, but can’t.

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