Daily Archives: August 25, 2012

A song from my daughter

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My 14 year old daughter wrote this for her granddad. I am so very proud of her for doing it. Backstory: my ex-wife’s mother married a few years ago to a decent guy. He had been fighting cancer from the moment we knew him. After my divorce, I would be willing to speak to him even though my ex-mother-in-law made it plain what she thought of me. He had a stroke last week while he was on holiday in Birmingham, UK. He has recently been moved to a hospital closer to his home, so he is now in Ashford, UK. This is my daughter’s own work.

I know you haven’t been there from the beginning
But that doesn’t matter to me
I love you like you’re family
And that’s all that matters to me

I pray you’ll never leave me, never let me go
You mean so much to me
All these emotions I didn’t show
I regret not showing you how I really feel
So don’t go chasing lights, I know this time it’s real
Don’t give up, you fought a good fight

Don’t let go, stay strong
I see no reason to give up now so just carry on
Don’t let go, stay strong
You can’t give up now, your time hasn’t come

Don’t fade away, stay here with me
You have friends and family
How could you be that mean
I’m sorry I shouldn’t blame you
But sometimes you need to blame someone
It’s just how you get through

I know you’re probably laying on a horrible hospital bed
Get better soon so you can rest your tired aching head
I don’t see why it has to be you, you’ve done nothing wrong
And it’s because of your innocence that I wrote this song

Don’t let go, stay strong
I see no reason to give up now so just carry on
Don’t let go, stay strong
You can’t give up now, your time hasn’t come

Don’t let go, stay strong
I see no reason to give up now so just carry on
Don’t let go, stay strong
You can’t give up now, your time hasn’t come

© Farrah Forbes 2012

 

Premonition or coincidence?

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My son was born 28th May 1996. The day he was born was the proudest moment of my life. It was a Tuesday morning and it was sunny. My daughter was born 19th June 1998. It was a Friday night and was cloudy.. Another of the proudest days of my life. I couldn’t ask for more. My life was perfect.

From mid 1998, I started having a dream. I dreamt I was walking through a graveyard and saw a crowd of people around a grave. I would walk towards this crowd and look down into the coffin. It had my son’s name on it. The date was 28th May 1996 – 27th May 2010. Then a hand would go into my hand, it was my son aged 13. He would look up into my face and say “Why did you leave me dad?”

I had this recurring dream for years. My son always looked the same, and as he aged, he started to look like the boy in my dreams. Just before he his thirteenth birthday, something happened. I will not say what it was, as it was too upsetting then and is now. Suffice to say it caused a rift in my family that will never ever heal. This happened when my ex-wife and I went to a meeting at my daughter’s school.  Over the next few weeks, the police were involved several times, as were Social Services, more friends chose sides which is always unfortunate.

Over the year things came to a semblance of “normality”. The closer it came to my son’s fourteenth birthday, the more frequent this dream came. It was a week until his birthday, and I remember thinking “Yes, one week and this dream will have no meaning”. We were standing outside a shop waiting for a taxi, my son slipped his hand into mine and said “Why did you leave me dad?” I burst into tears because I realised that what had happened had ended that portion of his life. It had devastated him more than the rest of us.

Was it a premonition, or a coincidence?