1 family 2 funerals

1 family 2 funerals

This is the reason I have been so quiet lately. It also accounts for my Britmums Live post being so late!

For some reason everything seemed to happen all at once.

So either side of the week of Britmums Live was a bit mad. Mr B’s Nan had taken ill a week or so before so we had several trips up to the hospital to see her and helping out my MIL with dinners and washing etc as she had spent most of her time at the hospital. Then I get the news that my Nan had been taken to hospital!

But it wasn’t that simple just to pop to see her. She lives in Belfast and I’m in London so it’s not exactly round the corner. At that point they had only given her 24hrs to live. However, it was the same for Mr B’s Nan and she lasted a full 2 weeks.So with that in mind and knowing how quick the funerals take place over there I opted to wait and go to say my goodbyes at the funeral.

However, as it worked out Mr B’s Nan had already passed away and her funeral was arranged for the 25th of June. I spent the few days on the run up to and the time during Britmums Live waiting for the call to say my Nan had passed away. My week after the Britmums weekend consisted of:

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Will you live until your 90?

Would you actually want to live until you are 90?

I recently had a family visit to Belfast for my nan’s 90th birthday. It was a great trip as I went with my youngest from London, my mum flew in from Exeter and my brother and his youngest flew in from New York. So it was great to all get together for a long weekend.

The hotel was amazing ( and that’s all thanks to my mum for booking…….and paying!), with a swimming pool, a great bar restaurant, plush rooms with king size beds and amazing breakfasts. Need I say more?

Anyway the whole reason for going was to have a get together to celebrate her 90th birthday.

Here she is with me and my youngest on the day we arrived when we popped up to see her. I think she looks amazing for 90 years old, don’t you?

But that got me thinking………………………how many people would actually want to live to that ripe old age?

I’m not sure I actually would. I’m 42 now *cough* and therefore that would mean another 48 years to go. If I was fit and healthy then I would probably accept the deterioration in mobility and possibly memory and feel darn lucky to get to that age.

However, after 4 years with M.E which sees overwhelming fatigue and chronic muscular pain that is part of my everyday living (along with headaches, IBS, nausea, photo and phono sensitiveness…………………………..and that’s a good day LOL ) I’m not sure I would want to get to that grand age.

No, correct that, I KNOW I wouldn’t want to live another 48 years with all those symptoms as a daily occurrence. The last 4 years have been relentless enough without contemplating another 48!!

I must admit though it was a great excuse to all go over there, see family, visit a few sights, eat lots of food and drink and live in a bit of luxury for a while.

So, what about you?