Fun and games with Elisa - In the name of Thiago - Day 7
In the name of Thiago
Fun and games with Elisa – Day 7
One thing I’ve found in this grieving process is that you experience such a wide variety of emotions and you never know when they’re going to hit you.
So today I’ve been out with the big man (see yesterday’s blog) taking Elisa ice skating and then dancing. Due to him living in Australia for the last 17 years and not travelling around much in that time, Dad’s never really had much contact with his grandchildren and as I wrote yesterday, sadly he never got to meet Thiago.
My sister Holly and my brother Judd have done an amazing job in getting my dad back on his feet since he returned to these shores in October, but there’s plenty of work still to do. He had been living on his own for a long time and has let himself drift a little. I’m not sure I’m up to the challenge of continuing their good work but needs must and it is most definitely my turn!
So I figured it was a good time for him to see what Elisa does when she’s not in school and to hopefully start to encourage a bit more of a connection between them. It went pretty well. The old man’s going to be staying with Angelica and me for a bit while he finds somewhere to live. Now that phrase ‘a bit’ does make me feel very uncomfortable.
Anything involving my dear old Dad doesn’t tend to happen in a rush and at some point I’m going to need to get on with my life just the same as he will with his. But for now, we just take a day at a time because that’s really all I can manage.
Anyway back to today. This afternoon my mates from work Claire and Debs (aka Fivestar due to her penchant for only the finest holidays), popped round to see how I was as I’ve been off since Thiago went into cardiac arrest at the end of November. It was lovely to see them. Claire brought her son Harrison and I dragged Elisa down the battle cruiser where I had a couple of mid-afternoon snifters. Elisa met her friend Bella by pure chance and together with Harrison the kids were getting on nicely, as hopefully the picture shows!
We were in a cosy little place called Mellards in Newcastle town centre when I bumped into a lovely couple, Phil and Lois. Their son once held the title of being the only cellist in Westlands Primary School, a mantle which has now passed to Elisa since their boy moved up to high school.
The last time I saw Phil was at a parents’ open evening at the school where he teaches. We took Thiago with us because we never had anyone we could ask to look after him and anyway, he was never any trouble. Lois congratulated me on the new addition to the family.
At that point I held it together pretty well but then when I started talking about him, the tears started flowing again. They must have felt a little awkward but what can you do? Just because I cry when I talk about Thiago doesn’t mean I don’t want to do it. I’ve got such enormous pride in what he achieved in his life that talking about him just has this reaction in me. I doubt that will ever change and nor do I want it to.
Righto folks, I need to get myself off for the night. It’s only just after 9pm but I’ve got a four hour walk ahead of me tomorrow. This is the time when the pain starts…