Life, Love and Laughter!
By Denzella
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I woke up this morning feeling fine not knowing that my life was about to change forever. It started off okay. Breakfast at the hotel, chatting with family who were also staying at the same place. We had all been to a party the night before.
It was lovely to see everyone although we have a family party every year but as we are scattered all over the country we perhaps only see some people at the annual family gathering. While at the party, my husband had a wonderful time dancing, chatting, drinking, all his favourite pastimes. I too enjoyed seeing everyone, but this party was not our normal Christmas get together in honour of my husband's mother who despite having seventeen children lived into her nineties. No, this was a birthday party to honour his eldest sister who was now ninety herself but ,sadly, suffering from dementia although she still loves a shindig. Despite her many ailments, having very bad legs and feet she was still up dancing with the best of them. The younger ones usually go off to a nightclub afterwards, but they would have to keep that a secret from her or she would want to go as well. That is the sort of woman she is. Wonderful! So full of life!
So it was a great night and one we will always remember but things were about to change. As I said, we breakfasted with other members of the family and then set off for home. In the car with my daughter and her partner, we were all chatting and eating wine gums; something we do on long car journeys. We stopped to have something to eat and take a break because it takes about four hours to get home; the party was in Essex, but we live in Lincolnshire.
Once home I started cooking the dinner; I had prepared a chicken pie and left it in the fridge ready for when we got back. My husband didn't eat very much and said he felt a bit sick. He was sick but said he felt better although he had a bit of a stomach ache. I made him comfortable with a hot water bottle and went upstairs to unpack. Then I heard a little thump and my daughter say 'You okay Dad?' With that, I flew down the stairs only to find the love of my life lying unconscious on the floor. I panicked and started blubbing the words I had heard in situations like this that I had seen on the television. Words like 'Stay with me, Derek, stay with me!' But there was no response, so I managed to pull myself together and realised we needed to get him into the recovery position. Meanwhile, James, my daughter's partner was phoning for an ambulance. I then sent my daughter to get a pillow and blanket. Not knowing how to do CPR I did what I had always done with a moribund puppy; I massaged his chest and heart area, and I heard him say 'Don't make a fuss.' The relief was overwhelming, and I said 'It's okay, darling, we've sent for an ambulance,' to which his reply was 'Oh, you haven't, have you?'
The paramedics arrived very quickly, but he was so poorly they couldn't move him so had to try to stabilise him on the kitchen floor. They said his blood pressure was so low they were amazed he was conscious and that he must be very strong. I said, 'For a man his size he had been extremely strong up until the last two years. Eventually, they managed to get him stabilised to the point where they could get him into the ambulance. My daughter shouted to him saying that we would be following.
By the time the three of us got to the hospital, a doctor was already treating him. My daughter and I were allowed to go through to see him but as soon as we got there the doctor asked the nurse to take us to the family room. Once there, we phoned my other daughter, and she was soon on her way. But it wasn't long before a nurse came in to tell us my Derek was gravely ill. They had resuscitated him once already, and they were trying to get him strong enough to take for a CT Scan.
Next thing the doctor came in and said the words I had been dreading. That they had done everything they could but he had gone. Although I knew he was gravely ill, those words hit me with all the force of a punch in the stomach. The three of us clung to each other, and we stayed like that for a long while. Next thing my other daughter arrived with her partner and my three-year-old grandson. Her partner looked after the little boy while the four of us went in to see my Derek, and we stayed for quite some time before finally leaving because the little boy was getting tired and fractious.
The next morning we were kept occupied informing people and sorting out funeral arrangements and that somehow got us through the day. There seemed to be so much to do in the days following that it kept us busy, and so we managed to get through this period too somehow. Derek was not a religious man, and for this reason we knew he would want a humanist funeral. We also knew what music he wanted, but the one thing he would not want was a sombre affair. So we set about organizing the Order of Service in the way that we thought he would like; a celebration of his life.
The entry music we chose was Celine Dion singing 'Immortality' and then the Celebrant kicked off with the poem 'Feel No Guilt In Laughter' and continued with a welcome speech. Then Derek's first piece of music that he chose was played, and it was 'Piano Man' by Billy Joel. Then, as I had written a eulogy, I wanted to have a stab at reading it myself but I was not sure I could do it. It's true I stumbled a bit in the beginning but one of my daughters immediately came forward to stand by my side, and so I was able to continue. The eulogy related some of the many humorous incidents that Derek was involved in and had everyone laughing. But that was nothing in comparison to when Derek's choice of music was played at the most serious part, 'The Commital' because everyone was shaking with laughter and tapping their feet. The music? Status Quo, 'Whatever You Want!' The exit music was 'Unforgettable' by Nat King Cole, as he was one of Derek's favourite singers.
And so I said goodbye to my wonderful, funny, unforgettable and irreplaceable husband, Derek! If, for over fifty years, you've given your heart to someone, there is nothing in this world that can prepare you for losing them. Looking back on that fateful day I woke up as Derek's wife but went to bed as his widow and that one single thing has changed my life forever.
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This is an incredibly
This is an incredibly courageous piece to write so soon after the loss of your precious Derek. Returning to all those final details and expressing them on paper is a big task. Beautifully written and deeply painful.It is also funny at the funeral with all the unexpected music - very fitting. I assume this is for the comp due to the opening line and I wish you love, Moya.
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Moya, this is wonderfully
Moya, this is wonderfully written. It struck me - all those arrangements and important choices, like favourite music having to be made so quickly, and yet it sounds like you and your daughters got it just perfect - like this piece of writing.
The photo is a beauty!
Bee xx
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I am so sorry for your loss
I am so sorry for your loss Denzella.
On a more prosaic level is this for the competition? If so I'll put it in the correct category - let me know ..
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I'll look into it and get
I'll look into it and get back to you!
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Your family sound lovely and
Your family sound lovely and it must be devastating to lose a husband unexpectedly after 50 years. You write about it very well, Moya. My thoughts are with you.
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Glasses steamed and cheeks
Glasses steamed and cheeks wet on the 0833. Hope writing this has helped you Moya. Beautiful. Kev Xx
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Writing can be great therapy
Writing can be great therapy Moya and I hope that this beautifully written piece has helped. From everything that I have read of yours over the past few years there was always great affection and joy whenever you mentioned Derek. Sending lots of love from me and mine to you and yours.
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Glasses steamed and cheeks
Glasses steamed and cheeks wet on the 0833. Hope writing this has helped you Moya. Beautiful. Kev Xx
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So well written, and a great
So well written, and a great tribute to Derek.
Lindy
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Moya, this is such a great
Moya, this is such a great tribute to Derek. What struck me most was the love, fun and care that surrounded him throughout your time together. Love always overrides sadness and this is the proof. Many many people marry and assume an awkward little life together but that certainly wasn't your lot. With Derek's last few words, it seems he possessed that very rare character and acceptance to welcome even death with an open and loving heart. Perhaps his deepest wish was never to be a burden on you, even now, so I hope you'll bounce back soon and make the most of life as he would hope.
Richard
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So very sad. A terrible thing
So very sad. A terrible thing to have experienced. You sound like you had such fun together, a lovely photograph.
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Oh girl, tears tripping me up
Oh girl, tears tripping me up...that's writing. I would settle for ten years with the kind of love you had. This is so raw that it's painful.
I was lucky enough to meet the gentleman in question and hope to meet you again one day soon, love.
You are beautiful people (he may be gone but he's still beautiful) And are a beautiful couple ( he may be gone but you're still a couple). Glad you write, it does help, doesn't it?
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Glad to see you back writing,
Glad to see you back writing, Moya. My love and prayers. Rhiannon
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Dear Moya, it is with great
Dear Moya, it is with great sadness that I learn of your loss. We only met once at the last York meeting but I still remember the lively conversation we had while waiting for the others to arrive. You are in our thoughts and we send our sincere condolences.
Hopefully writing will prove to be a catharsis and be a comfort to you.
Best wishes, Luigi
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Dear Moya, it was sad that
Dear Moya, it was sad that one of the first things I read after a break was your wonderful piece, but it was actually uplifting to read such a testament to love and life.I am so glad you felt able to write, I found it a help to get it all out on 'paper'. Henry and I once again send sincere condolences and much love..
Linda
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Dear Moya,
Dear Moya,
I've only just discovered this beautifully written tribute to your husband. I cannot imagine how you must feel...but one thing I'm sure of, is that he's with you in spirit, but then I suppose that's because for me angels do exist.
My heart and thoughts go out to you and I hope with time you'll heal a little day by day.
Take care of yourself.
Jenny.
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