6 Years Ago Today

God gave us this:

I can't believe that my baby is now 6 years old! We took him and 4 friends to see Wall E at the cinema and to PizzaHut afterwards. His verdict? "It was the best day of my life!"

Yesterday

The funeral for my brother was held yesterday. It went as well as can be expected but was a very difficult day for us all. The last 2 weeks have been very difficult with a lot of questions, 'what-ifs' and replaying of scenarios going around and around in my mind.

For some things I will probably never have any answers. I will never know exactly what events contributed to him finally feeling he had no other option but to take his own life. I will never know whether if I had called him more often it would have made a difference. He was troubled, he never really did come to terms with my dad's death, he did make choices in his life that weren't good for him. This was so final though.

It does seem that some weeks prior he had taken steps to try to turn his life around. He did make an appointment with a doctor. Said he needed help. Said he needed counselling. Said he wanted to stop the drugs. But the system failed him. 12 weeks later he had still heard nothing. Would it have made a difference? I'd like to think so. I know that I didn't see him as often as I should. But I miss him, miss knowing that he was there, however much in the background. I wish I had one more chance to hug him. To tell him that I love him no matter what.

I remember the cheeky little boy he was (I was 5 and a half when he was born). The accident prone little monkey, always up to something, who insisted that his full name was Matthew Mortlock Brett, not accepting the Brett should be in the middle. The boy who when his mates would use bad language in front of me would tell them off for doing so. The man he turned in to, the one who was not ashamed to kiss his mum, dad or sisters and tell them he loved them - not caring even if his mates were watching. A man who loved his daughters, his little princesses, and no matter what he was going through himself made sure to keep in touch with.

Time heals, I know. I've lived through this before when my dad died. But it doesn't take away the loss, you still feel it, it just becomes something you learn to live with.

Matt - My Brother

3rd November 1972 - 18th June 2008.

Charity Begins At Home?

The old adage seems true... at least it does in our house according to Noah.

It was my birthday yesterday (thanks for the birthday cards and wishes, I had a lovely day) and the children woke me with cards and presents and singing.

All except Noah that is who came, literally with 'cup in hand', and announced that as of yesterday he was starting a charity. For himself!!! He is an avid collector of coins... he doesn't feel as if he has enough... and apparently he needs more.

The things this not quite 6 year old comes out with never ceases to amaze me.

Happy Father's Day

To Richard. Hope you had a great day and just one more 'little' thing:

Milk Rap

We both just LOVED this advert which used to be shown lots whilst we were living in Canada. Enjoy...

(Love the line 'We got the big bad Bessie with the M-I-L-K')

Weekend Before Last

OK, so I'm behind - tell me something new :D

So weekend before last we went back to my home town (or should that be city?) of Plymouth. Partly because it seems like ages since we went to stay at mums but, I have to admit, mostly so that we could see my cousin perform in the live final of the FX Factor on the Saturday night.

I am so proud of him, of what a great guy he is and of how he's turned his life around.

The evening was great, not necessarily because of the acts in the final (more on this later) but because it was so nice to get together with family. Something that I don't get to do a lot of having moved away when I got married.

To be honest there were some terrible, truly awful, 'how on earth did they make it to the final?' acts but Sam was worth the wait. He came third. Not a bad result but I do think he should have won - and that from a completely unbiased point of view (OK, I admit maybe slightly the biased - but only slightly!). The winner did have a good voice but she only did a cover version, likewise the girl who came second, Sam on the other hand was true to himself and who he is as an artist and performed one of his own songs - that makes him the winner in my mind.

You can check his stuff out on his MySpace site (linked above) but I just want to post this video recently uploaded onto YouTube. It's a video directed by a Jeremy Ngatho Cole and is the final part of a Music Video Trilogy, starring Andy Douglas (don't ask, I have no idea...). The most important thing is that music used for the video is Sam's. His vocals, his song, him singing it on the video!

And my favourite line from the song?

"I know what kinda of man I want to be, the man who when my children look and see, they are proud of all I am"

He came around to mum's on the Sunday, brought his guitar and gave an inpromptu performance of some of his songs. He sang this then, the first time I've heard it and this line brought tears to my eyes.

Enjoy:

 

Rocket Envy

I know, I'm being a bad blogger (again!). In fact writing that I'm a bad blogger is starting to become a habit, so I suppose I should just accept the fact that I am a bad blogger, live with it and get over it. I am though going to commit myself to posting something at least once a week, that way I can feel that once I've posted once during a week I can forget about it and stop agonising over the fact that I haven't posted in over a week because I will have... if you get what I mean? LOL...

Anyway, not much of anything happening at the moment. It's a school holiday this week and wouldn't you know it? The weather, which up until recently has been pretty gorgeous has now turned not so gorgeous! I do though have plenty to do: Noah has decided to hold an Invention Competition:

Contestants: Mummy and Daddy
Aim: To invent something (make a model)
Judge: Either Kat or Hettie, he hasn't quite decided yet but he can't do it because he is busy...
Prize: To be made by Noah

Now, I have some stiff competition because, unbeknownst (don't you just love that word?) to me, Daddy was given the 'heads up' yesterday and has already submitted his entry - a rocket! Now, not to make me feel inferior or anything but I've already had it pointed out by my dear son that "Daddy's rocket is amazing! Look at the detail, mum!".

Not to be out done, I had to come up with something pretty quick, I promptly said that I was going to make a car. With moving wheels and everything.

Now, I'm not sure whether Noah's living under the illusion that I am so much better than I am or if, in fact, I should be flattered that he feels I am capable of achieving what he thinks I can because his next comment was "Whoah, can you make it with a remote control?"... What?... With a remote control? I don't think so darling...