Showing posts with label missing friend. Show all posts
Showing posts with label missing friend. Show all posts

Thursday, 8 January 2009

New year, new hopes and dreams......

It's been far too long since I wrote on here. I've just not felt in the right mood for it for a couple of months. So here I am, doing a kind of update to start with, before things get back to normal.
Since I was last on, not a lot has happened. Our missing friend still hasn't been found, and a guy is still on bail for her suspected murder. They can't charge him without more evidence though, as it's all circumstantial so far.

My daughter's wheezing has returned on and off, but she is still generally a lot better since taking steroids inhalers twice a day. I hate giving them to her, and am doing my very best to get her off them asap, so we'll see how we get on.

Our chickens are laying an average of 4 a day, which is excellent for the middle of winter! The eggs are so tasty compared to shop-bought free range eggs, you can really taste the difference. Been a little concerned though over the last week, as since there's been a hard frost which has lasted days, I've heard a fox in the woodland behind us. The chooks got very upset by one barking the other day, and it took a while for them to settle. They were so silly, making so much noise, as if to say "Oh no, there's a fox around.....here we are if you want us, follow our loud clucking and you'll find us easily!". They don't seem to be the cleverest of animals!

Our poor cat has lost her nerve. She came home with a burst eye ball in November I think. A local tom cat was the likely suspect, as since then, she's been a proper 'scaredy cat'. She went through treatment to fix her up, and thankfully didn't loose her eye...but it looks different, and has shifted, so not all her pupil is visible now. Since the injury, she doesn't go out much, and when she does, she never really leaves the garden for long, rarely ventures into the woods either. It's a shame.

December was a hard month. My miscarried baby's due date was the 16th. My missing friend was on Crimewatch on the 15th. My daughter was unwell for a couple of weeks. And we were broke. I expected to fall apart on the 16th, but I think the anticipation of it was worse that the day itself. It did make me think about the miscarriage again, and what might have been, but it wasn't as distressing as I'd expected, thankfully. It's been more upsetting since then, seeing another mum at the school, who's newborn was born at that time.

Crimewatch featured T on the 16th, but nothing good came from it as far as I know. I was asked to appear on it, but after being a bit unsure, they found another friend to do it instead. It was the anniversary of her going missing this week, and myself and mum, and other friends laid flowers outside her home in her memory. We just can't move on until we get to say goodbye properly.

I've been getting strange feelings in my chest recently, and I think they may be due to all the anxiety. My friend thinks it's probably suppressed grief, making my chest tight, and making my heart rate fast. The doc thinks I should just take beta blockers which would sort out the jumping heart and heart rate, but I don't like to treat the symptoms of something, as I'd prefer to sort out the cause instead if I can. Have got onto an online counsellor yesterday, wondering if it'll help to let things out a bit.

Sorry this posting isn't very light-hearted, but as I said, it's an update really. Hopefully things will be a bit lighter from now on in. New year, new hopes and dreams.

Tuesday, 23 September 2008

Our missing friend

It's approaching the end of Ramadhan, and it's making me and my family think more about our missing friend. This is the time of year when she'd be busy fasting, and often getting fit at the same time, getting very thin. We'd be talking about getting together for an Eid El Fitri feast, which would probably have been at her home this year, as it was at ours last. This time last year was the last time we saw her. I'd prepared foods and drinks for us, but she was still fasting at the time, so we just chatted lots about life, and how she missed her family, and wanted to go back early this year. She brought gifts for my daughter, as usual. She was so kind. We chatted about my daughter's health, her eczema and chest troubles, and T spoke of traditional ways they'd treat them in Sumatra. She stayed a few hours, but I so wish we'd had more time. There's so many things I would've loved to speak with her about.

My brother came across an old photo of her today, when looking at pictures of when my daughter was born, so I thought I'd share it with you. It was taken 3 years ago, when my daughter was just a few days old (you can see how tired I looked!).

As an update, I've not heard anything from the police for a long time now. I've written to her family, and am hoping they'll be in touch with me in time. I'm hoping they'll want to stay in touch. It's now been nearly 9 months since she disappeared.

Yesterday I held a baby not much bigger than my daughter was in that photo. She felt so beautiful, and had that lovely soft feel and smell of babies. It was lovely at the time, but left me feeling quite empty again later in the eve. I've strangely taken to holding one of my first ever soft toys in bed at night again. It seems to make me relax more, and somehow brings comfort when I'm feeling a bit lost. Crazy? Yeah, maybe.