Storytelling Sunday? There is no excuse for not joining in with this one! Everyone can do it. Pick Your Precious is about celebrating the little things you love: those souvenirs, bits and pieces, things from your past you can't bear to throw out. You know, the special little something you have tucked away in a drawer or up on a shelf? Or the thing you love most in a room? Or the object you would save if you knew you had to leave the country? Your favourite things.
Ready to begin? I still can't do links so here is where to join in if you want to :) http://fromhighinthesky.blogspot.co.uk/2013/06/storytelling-sunday-three-pick-your.html
This month I picked my Disneyland pins. Most of these are new and while some are just cool some are very special, particually this one. :)
On good Friday this year my Grandad passed away. Obviously it was devistating as we were all really close but I really struggled dealing with it. I didn't cry, I didn't get upset, if I'm honest I didn't even acknowledge it to myself. When we talked about organising the funeral I would say 'getting flowers for Grandad, orgnaising things for Grandad' etc. A couple of times I would feel myself slipping and my eyes whelling up but then the 'being strong' face I usually wear would snap back into place and stop it. Honestly I've spent so long being detached from hard situations I cant help it most of the time anymore. Since I was 16 I've been working with horrifically abused kids, working on helplines where I talked to people who discussed the sad stories from their lives; including one boy who phoned to leave his last wishes with me, then more recently focusing on Marks illness and everything else I think i would go mad if I wasn't good at detaching myself. Problem is is when something bad happens I tend to keep going keep going, then break down. I said to Mum that when I did break down about Grandad it was going to be at the daftest place possible because that just tends to be how things work for me. lol. And this time I was very right.
A few days into our holiday at Disney we went to see Dreams. For those who don't know its a nighttime light/laser/firework show at the castle showing scenes from Disney films. One of which was Brave. As soon as the bagpipe music started that was it, standing there with the kids in front of me, surrounded by hundereds of people I broke down. Honestly I couldnt breathe I was crying so hard. Luckily the kids were so engrosed in the show they didn't notice and I wasn't the only one crying so nobody really looked at me too much. Mark managed to calm me down a bit by the time the show ended so while I was still crying I was able to lead the kids and him through the crowds to try and get out of the park. It was heaving with people so we ducked into one of the shops to try a different route out.
While at Disney we took a load of Disney pins we got from ebay to trade. Over the first few days we hunted everywhere to trade for a Little mermaid pin for me but nobody had one, just as we ducked into the shop Mark literally bumped into a man with this pin who was happy to trade with us. Mark said it was Grandads way of telling me to cheer up and enjoy the holiday. :) To be honest it's exactly the kind of thing Grandad would have done, though he probably would have been a bit blunter, more 'you paid a fortune for this girl, stop whinging and get on with it!' lol. It may just have been a huge coincidence but I like to think hes still looking down and bossing everyone about in his own way.