Last February I caught a bad case of the flu. It developed into bronchitis and I had to cancel plans for Skyes birthday party. I was so weak and pathetic that I couldn’t even take her to school for a few days. At the same time my mum had just come out of hospital.
I got a puppy, but was too ill to take it for walks and had to give it back.
The 15th February was my mums birthday. The 16th was my birthday. It was also Carlos day off so I got to stay in bed while he fed Skye and took her to school. He bought me a hot croissant at the bar on his way back as a birthday present.
On the 17th I dragged myself out of bed and started this blog, and through it I have made many new friends and have been inspired to find something fun and interesting to write about every day.
In March I started work for the summer which went very well, much better than the year before. My boss stopped putting Voodoo curses on people and after I asked him politely, he stopped treating me like a slave. I also met my first ‘blog induced friend’ in Naples, Tracie B, thus enabling me to escape from Positano every now and then to hang out in Naples or Ischia.
In May I went to England for a week. Mum was starting a new course of chemo and I wanted to be there with her. Throughout the year this was the most important thing in my life-but she asked me not to write about it on my blog so I didn’t, and just wrote about my life in Positano.
In July and August summertime hit hard. Friends came to visit, we ate, drank, swam and had fun. There were boat trips, parties, fireworks and a lot of time spent on the beach. Mum got the all clear.
In September Carlo was hit by a car, fracturing 3 bones in his leg. He spent 12 days in hospital. During that time my babysitter quit and I learned that I couldn’t rely on the in laws for help.
In October Carlo was off work, in plaster and housebound. I learned to give him injections, took Skye to work with me. Dad came out to help for a few days. Mum was supposed to come too but had to cancel on the morning of the flight due to her Doctors advice. She was put on a new course of chemotherapy which unknown to anyone would have a terrible reaction inside her.
On the 23rd October she died.
In November I was going to drive to Tuscany and stay with friends. Instead I organised my mothers funeral and became closer to my brother than I have ever been.
In December I flew back to Italy to pack my bags and return to England for a while. We got through Christmas relying heavily on my daughter, hosting toy tea parties, building train sets and modelling creatures with play-doh.
In January I spent a month apart from Carlo who had to return to work. I kept my Dad company and made wall hangings for my brother out of Mums clothes and earrings.
Now it is February again. Mums birthday, which was always celebrated with mine is now only a poignant reminder of a beautiful person who left us too soon. But I will celebrate our birthdays every year as we have always done, going out to dinner.
This blog, surprisingly for me has been a success. It has taught me that there is always something positive to look for every day, and the smallest things can be the funniest. Hopefully this next year will be less traumatic for me and rich with the good things in life.