Never underestimate the importance of a biscuit during a pivotal moment of life…
I went on a training walk this morning, around 8 or so miles. On my return, I had a fig roll. It wasn’t an ordinary fig roll, but the last in a very significant pack. This was the pack that I bought on the morning of New Year’s Eve – the day that Dad passed away.
There’s a standing joke in my family, that I always deal with any situation by providing food. Probably true. Anyway, in December, I had debated whether to take jaffa cakes or fig rolls over to Dad. I knew he loved both & though he was barely able to eat at all, he never turned down a bite of cake or biscuit. So, I plumped for fig rolls and headed over.
I never thought that he’d never see them. I envisaged bounding in to his room… “hi Dad, I’ve got you some fig rolls”…
Anyway, it was today, almost 3 months on, we opened the pack. So insignificant and significant at the same time.
The grief becomes less constant, but more powerful. Rather than a perpetual ache, it swings between normality & all consuming sinking.
If, by walking & walking & walking, we can raise any amount of money that could help another family through this, or to fund a Parkinson’s specialist Nurse, or can help to fund research in to symptom management, well, anything would make it all so worth it.
Each & every donation helps to top up the team pot. We are hoping to not just reach our fundraising target, but to obliterate it. If you are able to help us to do this here, we will be so thankful. Every pound really does help. Thank you all so much! xxby