This was originally going to be my post from yesterday. Whilst all the medical signs were good, Vicki was so low yesterday that I was really concerned for her, because the body cannot exist without the mind. In the end I thought better of this post, Vicki's low state had made me quite depressed myself. However now she is out of isolation, and starting to eat, I feel positive enough to share with you what I had written in a really dark moment.
Those of you who know me, will know that I am a big Lily Allen fan. As I listened to her first album in the car on the way home, not the for the first time, I found myself rewriting song lyrics.
Here's my version of Lily's classic.
"Nick's Littlest Things"
Sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing
Especially when I have to watch other siblings 'dissin'
And I remember when you started speaking calling me your Dada
All the silly stories, cheering you up when you were sadder
I'd make up silly voices throughout your childhood
I don't why I did this, I just knew that I should
You'd spend the spend the whole weekend surfing in your own room
I was just so happy coz you could always lift my gloom
Dreams, Dreams
Of before you had Leukaemia
Dreams of me and you
It seems, it seems
That I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too?
The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but who can tell
I know its not right, but it seems unfair
Reminding me of when you were well
Sometimes I wish I could just pretend
Even if only for one weekend
So please don't tell me
This is the end?
You made me tea in bed, just for Fathers Day
Don't know how you remembered that I liked Earl Grey
I'd take you out shopping and all you'd buy was long socks
As if you ever needed any, your drawer was always rammed chocked
The first time that I took you off to school
I could tell you were nervous, so I played the fool
When you were feeling down, I made that face I do
There's no one in the world that could compare to you
Dreams, Dreams
Of before you had Leukaemia
Dreams of me and you
It seems, it seems
That I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too?
The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but who can tell
I know its not right, but it seems unfair
Reminding me of when you were well
Sometimes I wish I could just pretend
Even if only for one weekend
So please don't tell me
This is the end?
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Mate..that's better than the original version :-). I guess that we can all reflet on the path that we have taken, the one that has brought us to the place we are right now, and sometimes we wish we had made so much more of the things we had before...the things that now seem so distant and so precious. Keep strong, keep the faith, and keep blogging mate :-). Andy
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