Birthdays in the House of Daryl…

There have been a few birthdays these past few weeks in my immediate family that I will bring up to date.

Firstly, my baby great-kid Ryan turned from a baby into a toddler when he became 2 years old on 28 February… I brought him a ball pit and balls to go in it and he loves it very much.

Secondly, my great-kid Bethany turned 11 on the 10 March, and I gave her some money and brought her a stationary paper gift pack.

…and on the 14 March, my darling Mam turned 85 years old. She had a birthday party at my house and the great-kids came, as well as my two twin sisters, and we sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to her as we brought her birthday cake in for her.

I love all my family loads…


My Aunty Jean’s funeral…

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My late aunty… Jean Mary Bolter

The funeral of my Aunty Jean took place yesterday at the Mansfield Crematorium at 1pm.

Her immediate and close family were there to say goodbye to her in a lovely, simple service, as she would’ve loved it.

She was also late for her own funeral – and the fun of that was that she was never a good timekeeper and that seemed appropriate for her… because that is who she was, and who I loved her for.

Be at peace Aunty Jean… I love you and always will xxxx

My 52nd birthday…

22713488_10155999710311802_4570631881627930346_oToday is my 52nd birthday and it has been a great day!

I stayed at my nephew’s house last night as the great-kids wanted me to be there for my birthday in the morning and after I had opened my birthday cards with them we all went to see my Mam at her care home. I took her to the café and she had a coffee and cake with me and the kids.

I then went shopping with them and brought the stuff to do a roast dinner as a birthday treat for myself and them and at teatime we all tucked into  chicken roast dinner, followed my Apple & Blackcurrant crumble and custard.

I have had a lovely day, which has been spent with the people I love most and that is all that you can ever need to be happy in the life – well I certainly am with it…

Burial of my stepfather’s ashes

21942274_10155903842536802_167045187_nLast Friday we buried the remains of my late stepfather’s ashes in the town’s local cemetery, bringing to an end over a month since his passing, the grieving process and moving on…

It was a very simple ceremony with no religious undertones. Just the undertaker with a casket for his ashes and a simple burial plot in the ‘cremation graves’ at the cemetery.

There was 10 of us there – we all took it in turn to hold the casket with his ashes in and think of something special about him, and then his two daughters (my stepsisters) placed the casket into the grave and we all threw a handful of burial soil onto it…

Onwards and upwards now, but with love and special memories of a very wonderful man, who I was proud to call my second ‘dad’.

Funeral of my stepfather Mac…

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Mac… and my immediate family who loved him and supported me on his funeral day

The funeral of my stepdad Mac, real name Richard Arthur McMurdo, has taken place on Wednesday 30 August 2017 at the Mansfield crematorium chapel.

The chapel was full to capacity with over 100 mourners who turned up to say goodbye to him and celebrate his life.

The preacher read part of an eulogy I wrote for him out for all to hear and every word that he said was written from my heart – he was just a lovely man and a wonderful dad to me, always looking at me as his son – just like I looked at him as my dad.

My mother Jill couldn’t go because of her condition, but she was mentioned and we made her a part of the day – for both us and for my stepdad – he was utterly devoted to her and loved her unconditionally.

I went to see him at the chapel of rest the day before and he looked very much at peace and free at last of the dementia and physical conditions that he had to deal with throughout his later life – and that was a relief to see after so much suffering.

We gave him a family wake at the Coronation Club, where he used to be chairman for 15 years from 1985-2000… It was a fitting place for it to be held as it had so many memories of lovely times we had when we were there and his wake felt like a throwback to one of those times, just that once – he’d have loved it.

I loved him very much and will miss him greatly, but like I have said… He is at peace and free at last.

Love you Mac – I always will xxx