There, I did it. Yesterday, I dived behind the couch (the one that migrates into the bay window every winter to free the radiator so it may warm the place more efficiently) and extracted Sproggy's portable DVD player.
The one that had, until then, been resting unused since the eve of the day he died.
The one which had not been touched since his little fingers pawed it last.
I brought into the kitchen to plug it into the mains and see was it still working.
The screen (still hanging at an angle after having come loose under Sproggy's rough and tumble care) remained black....until it dawned on me that I may have to flip the switch on the socket.
Finally it sprang to life and brought up the last image Sproggy would have laid his big blue eyes on.
All the while Skippy was eyeing me from his booster seat - suspiciously and expectantly at the same time. He burst into a loud giggle when the DVD started in earnest and the first "Shaun The Sheep" theme music came on. His little head bopped at random intervals as he remained glued to the episode.
An odd first. One that sort of feels like a big deal to me. But maybe that is just me.
Friday, 23 November 2012
Friday, 16 November 2012
Sproggy-nox
It has arrived. The day that Sproggy is gone from us exactly the same length of time as he was with us for.
It is a strange feeling. So much time has passed, yet it seems like only yesterday that I made that journey home from Berlin. Sometimes you barely remember what life was like with him around or that he even was part of our life at all. The way life just keeps going, it sometimes feels as if his absence bears no significance to life at all...
Though it matters to us. Little reminders every day. A glimpse of his picture in the house...or, as of late, down in the creche where Patrick's wall is still as adorable as ever.
As of tomorrow, he will be gone longer than he was with us for. Time keeps ticking away and sometimes you wish it would stop, or rewind itself.
But..that cannot be. Life keeps going and all we can do is keep his memory alive by thinking of him, speaking his name and knowing he is watching out for us all.
Miss you loads my little man!
It is a strange feeling. So much time has passed, yet it seems like only yesterday that I made that journey home from Berlin. Sometimes you barely remember what life was like with him around or that he even was part of our life at all. The way life just keeps going, it sometimes feels as if his absence bears no significance to life at all...
Though it matters to us. Little reminders every day. A glimpse of his picture in the house...or, as of late, down in the creche where Patrick's wall is still as adorable as ever.
As of tomorrow, he will be gone longer than he was with us for. Time keeps ticking away and sometimes you wish it would stop, or rewind itself.
But..that cannot be. Life keeps going and all we can do is keep his memory alive by thinking of him, speaking his name and knowing he is watching out for us all.
Miss you loads my little man!
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