Cystic fibrosis collection

Last week I arranged a bag pack in our local tesco store in aid of Órla’s memorial fund which goes to The Cystic Fibrosis Trust.  It was a bit scared because although I had helped in many bag pack I hadn’t organised one myself.  I felt it was a bit like organising a party where your not really sure who will show up and whether it will be a success or a flop.

When I first asked my friends I got a lot of yes of course n definitely some check nearer the time but I was confident I would have at least 10 plus people to help me out.  I didn’t want to take up too much of their time so I decided to collect during the hours of 4pm – 6pm which I hoped on a Friday evening would be pretty busy.

When the day arrived I was let down by several people (not naming names) and it really showed me who my real friends are.  I learnt a valuable lesson from this task one which I will not forget in a hurry.

We managed to raise a lovely £700 towards Órla’s memorial fund which I was so grateful for and I chatted to some really lovely people along the way. The public’s generousity never ceases to amaze me.  I got to talk about Órla a lot which always makes me happy.

Would I do it again? Yes definitely.

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Your first Angelversary ♥️

I can’t quite believe In 5 days it will be a year since you’ve left me, my world has been turned upside down and inside out and yet I’m still standing.  Most people would be angry at the world, at God, for letting this happen to you.  It’s so unfair that your life was so short and filled with so much confusion and pain but in my hour of need I’ve turned to God.  Now it’s not that I didn’t believe before, my parents brought me up as a good catholic but going to mass every week was not something  I did once I left my parents house. I still believed but not like I do today.

When you got sick I started talking more and more to God, asking for strength & hope and then when your pain was so bad I begged God to take you home to him.  These days I ask for guidance in my life, I ask for peace within myself, I ask for help to keep my mental state at a healthy balance even if it is with the help of man made drugs (there were some tricky times at the start) I try to look at the positives I’ve had in my life and not just the negatives.  I’m grateful for the 9 years I had with you and look forward to when we meet again.

I thank god everyday for the gift of living, the gift of making new friendships and having new experiences. I’m grateful to have my family so close and I’m thankful that I’m finally able to bond with my new grandson without feeling guilty of loving and missing you less.  

That’s not to say I’m happy because I can categorically say that  I will never truly be happy again without you by my side.  My heart will be forever broken but I am learning to deal with the ache of missing you, I’m getting used to controlling the uncontrollable sobbing, my body is accepting the physical pain I feel every time I remember your not here as a new normal.

I hope you are happy in your new home and that your not teasing granda too much. I hope you have lots of new friends to play with because that was something that you struggled with here on earth, you deserve lots of friends.  

Thank you for the signs you have been sending me, I’m sorry I keep asking but I need to know your ok without me. You always seem to know when I need them most. I know your watching over us all and keeping us safe. 

I miss you so much Órla porla but I know your in your paradise.

You will always be ‘mamma’s little bubba and my number one’ (Cece knows the rules) xxx