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Hubby went to work in the morning, while I had a lay in and a bath.
Then when he got home we went to London to visit my dad's grave, I needed to do something to help me face my feelings.
It was strange, like a peaceful calming sensation came over me, it was almost as if my Nana had put her arm around me and was telling me everything was going to be alright.
I know it sounds really strange, and almost a stupid thing to say, I can imagine some people even making fun of me for saying it, but that's just because they don't understand or care.
I know some don't understand why I would put something as personal as a diary on the Internet for the whole world to read.
Well the truth is, I hope that in some small way what I am going thru with my feelings and my illness, and how I am dealing with it all (or not), will some how help someone else to deal with their life/illness with a knowledge that they are not alone, someone else is going thru bad/good times to.
Ok more bad than good so far, but let’s hope the good times are not too far off.
So I visited my dad, then we headed back home stopping off for some food on the way.
We are due round friends sometime after 6pm, but they know where we have gone and had said it didn't matter if we didn't arrive till 7pm.
The kids walk down to our friend’s house, and our other friends turn up as well.
The idea was to get together on Sunday 5th Nov for some fireworks, soup, sausages and a bonfire.
Now one set of friends made other plans, so the other set decided to do some DIY and the night got postponed till yesterday.
Anyway we turn up just before 7pm, as the fireworks are being let off, we had just missed the start but not by much apparently, but as more where let off the comments told me we had missed more than had been let on.
I wouldn't have minded if it wasn't us who had bought most the fireworks in the first place. We supplied 50 fireworks for the night yet they couldn't wait for us.
We had phoned to let them know where we were and times, but one friend especially seemed well put out that we had arranged to go see my dad on that day, and that we were late.
Why wouldn't I want to go see my dad on Remembrance Day?
Dad was a member of the Royal British Legion and carried the standard every Remembrance Sunday for over 26 years, and so I felt it was the perfect day to remember him and put a poppy on his grave along with some flowers.
So today I’m left feeling that I have upset my friend as she hardly said two words to me yesterday, all because I needed to put my grief and feelings regarding my dad to rest so that I could have some peace.
I just hope we can clear the air quickly and that she understands I didn’t do it to ruin the night; after all it was Remembrance Sunday yesterday and not November the 5th.