The clearing clouds after the storm.
The retreating storm.
The sand sculpting.
Jack and Tommy at the sand sculpting. Amazing sculptures.
Sorry again it's been so long between posts here. I was unsure how to write this one as things had been going along pretty well for a while. Jack is going so well at school. Just had parent/teacher interviews last week and Jack's academic work is fantastic. At eight years of age he is reading like a 12 year old, his maths is a couple of years ahead as is his English comprehension. His spelling was his worst area and that was as an 8 year old! Got to be happy with that! Jack's also improving socially and getting along really well with a variety of kids. This was always my main concern as he is a bright kid and I thought he would catch up, but after missing 60-70% of his last two years of school I was worried how he would go socially. Thankfully he's slowly catching up. He has started basketball on a Saturday morning and I can see improvements in his fitness skill, and maturity with each passing week. Jen would be so proud of him, as am I.
However we have had a few hiccups. Although Jack and I often speak about Mum, and has sometimes been melancholy, I was worried (seems crazy I know) that he hadn't really grieved that much since the funeral. Anyway, last weekend we had tears for the first time since Jen's funeral. He got really upset and talked about how unfair it was. I'm hoping it is all therapeutic and it seems that reality is setting in.
I'm also finding that I'm struggling with how I'm feeling. I have felt really lost at times and find that Jen's death really catches me out at times and I'm really unprepared for the feelings and emotions. Sometimes I wonder why and if I have a "right" to feel like that as it was 8 years since we separated. I almost feel guilty at times for having the grief. Then I remind myself that we really were good friends again for the last 12 months or so of Jen's life and I was her part time carer for the weekends during her last 6 months and we had many deep discussions about our past and about our wishes for Jack's future. Still, I have been quite confused at times about my feelings and had some "interesting" assumptions made about them by others who have little or no idea about what we have all been through. It has made me a little angry at times but we are all trying to move on with our lives. We had a lovely Sunday afternoon last week with Jenni's sisters and Liz's kids and from chatting to Liz and Caz, they are also finding it catches them out at odd times too.
Enough of that. I took Jack and Liz's eldest boy, Tommy (who's five) to some sand sculptures at Frankston and they had a great time, especially when they had a go themselves. Jack loves Tommy and Tommy seems to look up to Jack (both literally and figuratively). We wont get the chance to catch up for a few weeks now as I play cricket ( I wont try to explain it to those of you not in the Commonwealth! lol) and we have finals over the next few weeks on both Saturday and Sunday.
We have had a strange summer here in some respects. Although it's been hot, it wasn't as hot as last summer but we have had almost tropical humidity here for ages, which is quite unusual. Finally it seems as though the weather is cooling and becoming a little Autumnal almost. We had the most amazing thunderstorms here on Saturday morning and the thunder went on for ages. Jack and I love thunderstorms and they woke us up and we went out on the verandah to watch it as it receded. I have included some pictures of the the storm moving away and the clouds in the aftermath.
Jenni's rose has begun to bloom in earnest and I have put a few pics of them in here for you Judi. I know you and Jenni shared a love of the garden and her rose (the one that Jack's teachers gave us after Jen's passing) looked beautiful after the storm.
Will sign off now as I need to get to bed. Work tomorrow - the weekends just go too fast!
Love to all,