Back in Germany

We got back to Germany on Friday night.
My grandpa is very ill, but still hanging in there. We were originally told he had days to live, but a week later he’s still alive. My grandma is now sleeping in the hospital and my dad is spending as much time as possible there. Basically, it’s just a waiting game.

Thank you for all the well wishes that everyone has left on the blog. I will get round to replying to all the comments soon! But for now I will simply say you are all amazing.

I’m glad I got to see my grandpa and that he was alter enough to know we were there. I probably won’t make it over for the funeral, but I think seeing him one last time was more important to me. Saying goodbye on Friday was strange though… what do you say to someone when you know for  a fact that you’ll never be seeing them again!? I guess this is where religious people have an advantage…

Normal blogging service will resume as soon as I have anything to say…

Friday letters and a Valentine’s card

I’m not really a big fan of Valentine’s Day for couples… I grew up believeing it was a day for single people to confess their love (anonymously or not) to someone. A day to ask somebody to be your Valentine, or just sent somebody you’d been admiring from afar a sweet card or gift. When did the day get hijacked by couples, who should be being nice to each other on every day of the year anyway! Having said that, I did make Jan a Valentine’s card this year. I spotted it in my magazine and I just couldn’t resist. And because I’d already written his anniversary card when I bought the magazine, it had to be a Valentine’s card. Here’s the not quite finished product – I still need to complete the orange border and then make the stitching into an actual card, but I ran out of time last night so I’ll do it quickly this evening before he gets home from work…

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This better not turn out to be the first day ever that he decides to look at my blog…

And now for some Friday letters…

Dear cancer. I wish you would sod off and leave my family alone!

Dear Grandpa. It looks like I’m probably never going to see you again. I just hope you know that I love you.

Dear rain. You can get lost and all! We had quite enough of you last year.

Dear Germany. I love you, but I wish you wouldn’t make it so difficult for me to get to my home! While England is technically not that far away, none of the airports close to me do I direct flight, so getting to Newcastle means 5 hours of travelling at the very least (assuming my flights actually match up… usually the journey is made even longer by a two-hour wait time between connections).

Dear family. I really wish I was with you right now. Thanks for keeping me updated!

That’s all from me this week. Sorry it’s so depressing… sometimes living abroad really sucks. If I disappear for a few days, it’s probably because I’ve had to go to a funeral at short notice…

RIP Sir Bobby Robson

I was intending to write a completely different blog today, but then I returned home from a full day of activities, logged on to face book and was instantly confronted with 5 or 6 status updates informing me that Sir Bobby Robson has passed away. Footballing legend Sir Bobby Robson was first diagnosed with cancer 18 years ago, in 1991. 4 times he managed to beat it, but this, the 5th time, was too much for him. This morning, at only 76 years of age, Wor Sor Bobby (bit of Geordie there) lost his battle with cancer.

Cancer is an awful, awful disease. I have seen too many people go through the suffering that it brings with it. To have to fight it 5 times is more than anyone should have to face. But Sir Bobby never gave up. He was a fighter right til the end, and even after his many operations he never stopped smiling. With his charity, the Sir Bobby Robson Cancer Foundation, he helped raise thousands of pounds for other sufferers, in the Newcastle area particularly.

Sir Bobby was a legend in the footballing world, leading England to the semi-final as manager in 1990 bfore returning to his native North-East to manage Newcastle United. For Newcastle fans in particular this is a sad day. But whether you’re into football or not I think everyone will agree that Sir Bobby Robson was a very brave man.

RIP Sir Bobby Robson. 1933-2009. We miss you already.