Life’s Too Short….

I have often seen the picture above on my journey around Blogland but I thought it was some sort of online course that people were doing.  I’ve just found out that the Writing Workshop is something organised by Josie over at Sleep is for the weak – every week she post’s idea’s for you to blog about. 

So, never one to be left out lol, I have decided to have a go.  I have chosen to write about my life’s motto.

About five years ago I went through a very hard period in my life, which seemed to start on the day we sold our house.  We were gutted to be moving but my brother was very ill so I wanted to be nearer to my mum to support her.  The day we sold the house, my mum rang to say that my brother was being taken into a hospice as he had taken a turn for the worse and he needed around the clock care.  He battled for another week and then passed away. 

A couple of day’s after the funeral, I found out I was pregnant, which was a bit of a shock to say the least as we were struggling with money just having Miss Frugal and us too look after.  This was a really difficult time for me and Mr Frugal and we ended up almost splitting up, luckily after one night apart we decided to try again.

Then, just after Master Frugal was born my mum found out that she had cancer.  She got very ill, very quickly and died within months, just over a year after my brother did, which devastated us all.  Miss Frugal was so close to her and couldn’t understand that she had gone to be an Angel.  She kept saying she wanted to go to….

On the day my mum died, we had fish and chips for tea.  Just as we sat down for our tea we heard the biggest bang you can imagine and a car alarm started.  We ran out the front and there was a car overturned with an old man in the car unconcious, I rang the police while Mr Frugal and our neighbour stayed with the man and within seconds the street was filled with police, fire engines and ambulances.  (It was a really quiet street usually so you can imagine the curtain twitching can’t you?)  It was only then that I noticed that both of our cars were completely smashed up – it turns out the 84 year old man was on his way for a pint and had crashed into Mr Frugal’s car, spun round and crashed into mine before his car rolled over! 

Fast Forward to today and I am probably the most positive person you will ever meet.  People I know always comment that I’m always smiling and I regularly get asked why I am always so happy.  I just tell them it’s because life’s too short to be anything else. 

Don’t get me wrong, I have my dark moments, usually at night in bed when the house is quiet.  At these times I wonder why me, why my mum and brother were taken from us and I wish for things to be the way they were before when I could just pick up the phone and talk to my mum or just pop down the road to see her. 

But most of the time I realise just how lucky I am, I am so thankful for my husband and children and we spend as much time as we can together.  In my head I am always thinking of things that we can do to ‘make memories’ with them because you never know what’s going to happen do you

So that’s the reason behind my motto, sorry for the ramble – once I got started I was in one lol.

BTW I got it into my head that the house we bought the day my brother went into the hospice was jinxed.  I got to the point where I couldn’t stand the house and couldn’t bear to live there anymore.  We sold the house (at a loss!) and bought a brand spanking new one.  I wanted a new one so that we could make our own luck here and at least once a day I think how lucky I am to live here.  Good job Mr Frugal is so understanding lol 😉