Nanaji – He Would Have Been 100 Today #grandfather

Nanaji


Today you would have hit a century,
Instead, we’re left with memories
Of all the good you did


Nanaji,
A loving son, husband, brother
A father like no other
Whose forward thinking gave opportunities
To all his children, not just his blood.
And a Nanaji and Baba
Whose Naatey Potey miss the opportunities
We lost to know you, 
And for you to know us.


Nanaji
I hope wherever you and Nanima are,
You watch us
And I hope we have made you proud.
We’ve tried to be the best we could
As I know you would want us to


Nanaji,
You gave from the heart and from the soul.
You taught us kindness and generosity
Is where the goodness lies
Your memory, your legacy lives on within us all

Happy 100th Birthday to one of the best humans there ever was.
We love you Nanaji, I only wish we had more time to know you, not just hear about what a wonderful soul you were.

My Nanaji and Nanima (Maternal Grandparents)
Nanaji and a baby Ritu
My brother and me with a photo of our beloved Nanaji

Race For Life – Cancer Research UK

Hello, my lovely Peeps!

I know all you’ve been reading on here is reading updates, but I will post soon, with more ‘me’ news.

However, one of my things recently has been walking.

I’m walking with purpose every day, and have completed 102 days of walking 45 mins to an hour every day.

I’m documenting it on my Instagram stories, daily, too, for my accountability.

It’s done wonders for my mental health, and inspired me to join some work friends on a sponsored walk.

10km in the name of Cancer Research UK.

Personally, we as a family have been affected by Cancer in many ways, seeing people going through treatment, losing loved ones, and also seeing survivors.

I’m taking part with many of these cherished ones in mind, but especially for my big sis, Kiki, who bravely fought her battle with Cancer, with grace and dignity, until the last breath she took, earlier this year.

1 in 2 people will be diagnosed with cancer in their lifetime. Every single pound you donate makes a difference to Cancer Research UK’s groundbreaking work, so please sponsor me now.

https://fundraise.cancerresearchuk.org/page/ritus-race-for-life-29

I hope you will find it in your hearts to sponsor me, as every little helps! Even my daughter added £2!

Twas The Morning Of Christmas

Twas the morning of Christmas
And all through the house
One creature was zooming
But not after a mouse
Sonu Singh stared at the presents with glee
“I wonder which wrapped up box is for me?”

The teens still lay, sleeping,
And Daddy, too
“Well, kitty,” said Mummy, “it’s just me and you.”
She scritched his head, and he settled beside her
The only sound audible, his gentle purr

Enjoying the calm before the madness
A book and a cuppa, Christmas morn gladness
She sat and reflected on Chrismases past
When the the kids rose early,
Presents unwrapped fast

“They’re growing older, and so are we,”
She took a sip from her mug of tea
Then, from a bedroom she heard a creak
Teen 1 descended, placed a kiss on her cheek.

A gruff Merry Christmas then off for some food
The first meal of many, she felt the festive mood
Slowly but surely the rest awoke
Gathered together, softly, she spoke,

“It’s a time for family, love and giving,
Time to remember those gone, and those living.
Enjoy your presents, the food, with pleasure
And be grateful we’re all sat, together.”

And those wishes extend to all of you reading, too
I only wish for the best for you
May your stockings be full, wishes granted, I pray
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good day!

When Your Boy Grows Up

It’s been a big year for Lil Man.

A-level exams sat. Now, you have to remember that his year group of children never sat their GCSEs due to the pandemic, so these were the first official exams they were faced with.

It was nerve-wracking for us as parents, too, since with all the home-schooling and online learning, education became hard to understand for many.

Were these kids prepared? How could we help them? Why did learning and revising look so different to when it was our time, thirty-odd years ago?

Still, they came and went.

He turned eighteen in June after sitting his last exam, so he is officially an adult.

It’s a strange time, legally able to do so much more, yet turning eighteen doesn’t automatically make a boy a man.

That comes from life experiences.

We’re still trying to find a decent driving instructor for him, so he can get his licence. Living where we are, it is important for him to retain his independence, as the public transport available to us is lean.

But yesterday, it was result day.

He’s not had the easiest of journeys in the Sixth form. He loved two subjects and hated the third that he had to take.

In fact, one of that subject’s teachers was not the best person to nurture him. She led him to believe he was going to fail.

So we held out hope that he at least got the lowest pass grade for that subject.

At least, that would still be three A-level-style qualifications. The other two, he was confident in.

We weren’t home yesterday, plus he really didn’t want to go to school to get his results; however, after a few hours, they were available online…

And he did GOOD!

In fact, he overachieved with that subject he was destined to fail!

So my Lil Man ended up with good grades!

Take that, doubters and haters!

Now he’s in the process of sorting a higher-level apprenticeship out.

This is a way to begin your work life while obtaining qualifications while you earn and not burden yourself with a lifetime of debt through a university degree.

He’s got his head screwed on, my Lil Man.

And we are very proud parents.

Definitely closer to being able to be called a man.

51 Year’s #CoupleGoals

51 years together. 5️⃣1️⃣
That truly is a lifetime. ❤️
Ups and downs, but all travelled by one another’s side. 👫🏽
You are both an inspiration to us, your children and grandchildren, and we love you so much 🥰
Happy anniversary Pops and Mum! 🥰🎉

#CoupleGoals

#WeddingAnniversary

#HappyAnniversary

*Art by @inkquisitive *

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