Well most of the family came over last night to wish Freya a happy 9th birthday. She had fun, ate too much and now i'm being driving mad by the alernating sounds of a cyberman, bop it and high school musical! Had my emotionally retarded father in tears last night. A man not known to be very 'soft' broke down when he read the journalling i'd done in a layout of my nan...his late mum. She was the most influential woman in my life and i cried the whole way through making the layout. Nice to know thought that some of my family can now see that scrapbooking is about far more than 'farting around with some paper and glue'.
Those weren't the only tears last night. After everyone left and the ickle ones had gone up to bed i sat Freya down and told her about her grandads death. It was a really hard moment. Especailly as she'd earlier opened her birthday card from 'Nana Rose and Grandad'. She has gone through this before, only a couple of years ago when her uncle died just before Xmas. She used to see him every weekend and she was hit very hard with it so i knew it wasn't going to be easy but i didn't want to keep up the pretence any longer. She'd already spoken to Nana Rose on the phone and said that she thought Nana Rose sounded upset as if she'd been crying.
She asked lots of questions and i answered her honestly. We cuddled, we cried and i made sure she thought about how much better it was that he was now in no pain and how memories are wonderful things to keep in your heart. She's had the day off school today although she seems a bit brighter in herself today but i think she's probably got more tears to shed yet.
Pete went back and saw his dad again yesterday. He took a photo in of the four kids together, folded it up neatly and put it in his hand. That way he'll always have his grandkids near. He's never been a person who can talk very easily about his emotions so i've got no idea how he'll be at the funeral. All i can do is just be there for him. Such a shame that the next day he leaves for Scotland and i leave for Cornwall. Will really worry about him for the next couple of weeks til his next trip home.
Most of the planning for what's going to happen with the kids is now sorted. Just have to teach Freya the route between her school and Emily#s nursery so she can show my mum. She's going to have her work cut out because she doesn't drive so i hope she wears her sensible shoes!
So, going to leave it there til i get back from Wigan when i can have a decent natter. Funerals are hard enough, but there's something about the Catholic church and making every event five hours long! Not the easiest of funerals to attend. Oh well, are any?
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