I'm going to be boring and repetitive here but I'd have to say the births of our children and mine and Chris' wedding day would be the ones I'd save.
I've come very close to tears reading this thread, such a lovely topic and some lovely responses.
Thanks Helen.
Mine would be the birth’s of my two children but for different reasons, My daughter was born 10 weeks early, one lung hadn’t developed the other collapsed at birth, she had stomach ulcers, bleeding on her brain and was taken away from me the second she was born. 2 hours later the doctor came to us and asked us if we wanted her christened because it was unlikely she would survive the night. I hadn’t even seen her. Then an hour later another doctor came and asked permission to give her an experimental drug, she would be the first child in the world to try it, we had to make up our minds in 10 minutes. What could we do? We said yes and prayed that we had made the right decision. At am I was allowed into a wheelchair and taken to the ICU to see her. She was covered in tubes from head to toe, you could barely see her. I sat and watched as they gave her the medication. I feel asleep with my head against her incubator with my husband at my side. I awoke the next morning fearing the worse, as the incubator was empty, but a nurse came to me and said that she had picked up during the night and had been transferred to another room. To cut a long story short she is now 5 foot 6 (taller then me the cow!) beautiful and a 15-year-old woman who I am thankful for having with me every single day.
As for the birth of my son, it took 28 and a half hours of labour, but he arrived at happy healthy and bonny. Yet both his father and I cried for hours after his birth out of the sheer relieve that he was OK.
Of course it goes without saying all the special moments I share with my children, from the day I found out I was pregnant with them, the day they were born and to this very day. Not the most pleasurable of events, (their births) but it reminds me of what extent a person puts themselves through for someone else that they love.
I can remember Big G, when we were first friends and nothing more, bending head over heal to support me at a very low time. He had his life, his friends and commitments, but he dropped everything to be beside me and comfort me in a real time of need. Someone who had no ulterior motive and pure intentions.
If you can imagine a time in your life when you feel you've hit rock bottom, and then in desperation, turn to someone you barely know and the realisation of just how special and unselfish that person really is. What they put themselves through to be by your side and listen to your desperate thoughts. And then to walk away and feel like some of your problems have found positive paths to solutions, that just by being able to share them, you've lightened the already heavy load in your heart, that you're world isn't coming to an end...
I'll always remember that night, in a thai restaurant when I met my true friend.
Silky xxx
The worst day of my life was when I told the most beautiful girl in the world I was Transsexual. It broke her and destroyed me. For three and a half years I had to live with the fact that although id found peace I had lost the most important thing in my world my best friend, my lover, my soul.
I hadn’t seen my ex until last September so decided to send her a txt to see if she was ok as not a day has gone by with out me thinking about her.
So the other night I sent the txt not knowing if she would ever receive it and got a reply straight back.
We spoke on the phone the next morning and it was lovely to hear her voice again.
Later in the day I got a call and she was coming round to see me for a cuppa.
It was so nice to see her again and looking more beautiful than ever, and I saw a look in her eye that I’d thought was gone forever, which got me thinking when she left that she still loves me and what was I to do. Should I pursue it, or should I just forget such silly ideas.
If it wasn’t for two friends on here that said the same thing, I think I would have left it, but they said that if you know she still feels for you then you should find a day were you can tell her how you feel.
So I was on the phone today with one of the friends just talking about her when the mobile rang and it was my Julia coming round again.
I was greeted with the biggest hug and a lovely kiss on the lips and I thought I have nothing to lose.
We chatted I told her everything how much I’ve missed her and how much I still care, all the things that have happened in life since she’s been gone and all the times I wished she was there. We laughed about all the fun things we did and all the special times we shared.
We hugged and kissed and have decided to try and work things out.
So today is the most memorable day, and the happiest so far.
The day that the most beautiful girl in the world, more precious than all the stars in the universe walked back into my life, after all these years.
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rachel that is so sweet. i hope it goes it well for you hun.
MikeC
I'm so pleased for you Rachel....
Wow, this thread seems to have brought up some very poignant memories for some people.....lets keep it going....
Great question Helen.
My memory would have to be the first day i spoke to my sister!
Let me explain briefly - I was adopted at birth and had "always" known i was adopted.
After my adopted dad died - my mum suggested i try to find my Birth Mother - so i began.
It took 6 years and during that time my mum died also - but on February 24th 1994 i received a phone call from my sister - from the USA.
Our mother had married an Americam serviceman after my birth and eventually moved to the US. I had 3 half brothers and a sister. Sadly i lost one brother from cancer in 2000 but i did get to meet him.
The memory of that first meeting in Houston, Texas is just too good to let go.
oh there was a few memorable days
although this sounds really sick but the day my uncle died, although this broke my heart it made me so happy to know finally he was at peace with my grandma, it was such a wierd day................but after more than 7 years watching him suffer i finally knew he was where hed always wanted to be and that made me so happy.
and also the night my grandma came to see me in a dream a few weeks after she died, it was sooo peaceful and was so nice to see her again, her telling me she was okay but not very happy about my mum and auntie emptying her house!!! god she was cross!!!! but it made me smile and this was the last time i saw her...................them few moments will always be in my heart..................
louxxxxxxxxx
Thats not fair!! Waaayyy too many bloody excellent memories to be able to choose just one!
Now ask me which one id like to get rid of and thats easy.... :cry:
Wow what a really hard question, but one that made me think loads about stuff I normally try to forget.
I think for me, my happiest and saddest memories are rolled up into one.
I had a really difficult childhood, a history of domestic violence, alcoholism and poverty, so as soon as I was 18 I left home and never really looked back.
I maintained contact with my family but on my terms, and would only meet them in social situations, never went to the house and often met my parents separately, even though they were still living together with my brothers. Then about 3 years ago my parents split up and my mum came to rely very heavily on me as she had never had to really deal with life before, my dad always had for her, and she was totally unable to cope.
During this period I actually spent more time with her than I ever growing up and did things that we had never done, really simple things like going out to dinner with her and my brother, going shopping at the xmas market, going shopping for things for her house, all very simple everyday things that for soo many years I don't have any memories of ever doing.
Then in October 2003, my mum went into hospital for a test, anmd was diagnosed with terminal cancer of the throat, she spent 5 months in hospital but despite all the odds she kept pulling back from death. She was always insistant that she wanted to go home, and at the end of January there was nothing left the hopsital could do for her, she had to be allowed her wishes, which were to go home.
I was against this and was angry and upset with her, worried about giving up my job to take care of her, which I couldn't afford to do, and generally panicking about how she would live at home, unable to speak (she had a hole in her throat) and being feb by a stomache tube, and with the possibility of choking or indeed dying at any moment.
Despite all this she maintained that she wanted to go home and so she did, living happily and independently with help from myself, a friend and nurses until she died in June last year.
Although this is incredibly sad for me, it also my happiest memories, as I finally got to do things with my mother, that had I not given her a second chance and beenable to forgive the past, I never would have experienced, and would be living bitte, cynical and angry Like I was before. It also, for the first time in my life, allowed me to see my mother as an inspirational, strong and brave woman. I saw her cry once in all that time and that was for me and my brothers and not for herself, and at the hopsital when they told her there was no hope for her and that she had possibly only weeks to live, her first words were, will you be ok? I had waited my whole life to hear that from her, and believe me, it was worth the wait.
I know have bittersweet memories of this period, calling her and there being no answer, rushing to see her and finding that she'd gone to the pub with her friends regardless one evening, xmas day when she was stealing the turkey off my plate despite the fact she wasn't meant to have solids and her showing my certificates from work round the nurses at the hospital, she'd never said she was proud of me before. Right up to the moment she died, my mother was source of humour, inspiration and strength to me, I will be forever grateful that I had the opportunity to experience this, reconcile my past and live for the future.
Anyway, enough of my sad and happy story, just wanted others who have had difficult times/pasts to know that it's never too late for things to change and that often it takes a difficult time, a crisis an exceptional time to bring out the inner strength of people, and that we should never forget that. Also try to reconcile yourself with who are family and friends are, we will be much happier then, and also to appreciate the good times we have had, and remember them, because it's all to easy to fgorget them in bitterness and anger, and then it may be too late. It's true that we never really know or appreciate what we have until it's gone, and I will cout myself lucky for the rest of my life that I had the opprtunity to find out.
Wow, thank you for sharing that Mistress Sassy.....that was truly inspirational.....
Good Memories are fairly few and far between.!
Two immediately spring to mind.
Arriving back home from The Gulf war to meet my sisters son who'd been born while i was out there, and feeling that connection i don't normally have with kids!
the second one ( and hopefully it'll be a keeper) hearing the words "you are currently in remission"
kbuk
mine was having our son adrian ----- who is now 9 yrs old
he was born 10 weeks early weighing only 3ib 7oz and the 1st time i held him in special care
varna xxxx
oh gosh. nothing so terrible in my life. this is a really touching thread, beautiful stuff here.
loads of little snapshots i'd keep: lying in the grass with the girl i loved, in a moist field about a hundred miles from anywhere, in silence, watching the clouds scuttle past overhead, and just happy because she was there. another one, lying almost unconscious in the hallway of a friend i was in love with at the time; she thought i was asleep, and as she passed, kissed me on the side of the head. i remember spending all night lying wrapped up with my first girlfriend, pretending to be asleep, after we just tried to lose our virginities in jimi hendrix's manager's garden shed (...but that's another story), and i'm pretty sure that she was awake all night as well. yes, there's a theme here.
the one i'd keep though, is the massive surge of hope and redemption i felt when i was told i'd gotten into art school. i was in a bit of a dead-end stage in my life, i was at that time temping stuffing envelopes for a pension company in leeds, and i honestly couldn't see any way i could have any kind of a life; but, i had applied to this art school i never thought i'd have a chance of getting into. i was in work, and on my break i went into the toilets and phoned the college. I can remember everything, i remember exactly where i was standing, the colour of the walls, the carpet, i remember the first person i told was this guy whose name i didn't even know (he was really dour, he said "oh, keep your hat on mate").
most of all the feeling, like suddenly it was possible to chase my dream (erm peter ridsdale notwithstanding). and the lesson as well, that actually in life all sorts of doors will open if you only knock on them. totally a revelatory moment in my life. hence that's why i switched from art to music, indirectly that's why i'm here.
anyway enough rubbish. is that the time? i'm off to bed.
PMSL
