Can't help but feel so lost just now. Today was such a hard day, yet i loved being with my Dad's family, even if it was only for a short time, although it would have been a lot better under different circumstances. Though, if it was just a random visit, there is no way i would have seen everyone.

When we arrived in Greenock on Monday night, we went straight up to my Grandma', (there's something that i can't explain that well about walking up her stairs, and into My Grandma's house, just feels so right, and homely.) but we sat for about 4 hours talking, drinking lots of tea and having far too many biscuits (the usual at my Grandma's), and then had take out when my auntie arrived. I love just sitting listening to them talk, because i always find out so many things about my family i never knew; like this trip revealed i am a lot like my Aunite Elaine in a few ways, and that i'm a proper Davies...and everyone still thinks wee Chloe looks like me (poor kid).

I love walking up my Grandma's stairs to find all my cousins in their usual hang out, i love laughing with them...i love the pictures all over the living room, i love how the first thing my auntie asked me about was my farewell.

I always thought, that because of the distance, and because we hardly ever talk, that My Dad's side of the family just don't care...but its the total opposite, and i just wish we lived a little closer so i could walk up those many stairs, and into that kitchen a lot more.

Its the little things.


Today has been a hard day, and i know that my Uncle Alan would have been looking at all today a few times, and smiling and laughing, for so many reasons. It was such a lovely service.

Praying for strength and protection around the Davies family down in Greenock & Johnstone. Love you all <3

(Finally got this blog to work,yay)

Got a lot on my mind, and keep trying to vent things out over many different sites, but the wording never seems quite right..so i shall try here.

Just as i was getting used to my Nan no longer being around, and re-adjusting my weeks routine, i received the news that my Uncle (Dad's younger brother) suddenly passed away on Tuesday morning. Which has been a total shock, and as you can imagine, has been quite hard to accept.

You never would think a mother would have to borrow one of her kids...never mind two, and both her boys, both sudden deaths, no warnings, both heart related. It just shouldn't happen to anyone.

It took me till Friday morning to properly take everything in, i didn't think it could be true. I'm sometimes like a little child and think people are invincible and nothing will ever touch them - how wrong i can be. But Friday was my worst day, work was the hardest 5 hours ever.

My uncle was the only one on my Dad's side of the family who would take the time to really talk to me, about my Dad; even though he would stop when we both got upset...he took the time, and now i have lost that. It may sound selfish, i know.I know i didn't see him that often, but at the end of the day he was my Uncle Alan & i loved him very much.

I will miss him very much, i'll miss how he would talk to me about London and about how he wanted me to get sent to sunny Spain; haha!! I will miss his phone calls and texts, i will miss how he used to help me surprise my Grandma Sadie when i arrived on her doorstep.

Uncle Alan, You may be gone, but you will forever remain in our hearts, always!
You were a true Davies! :) RIP.
Love always, your sweet Niece, Samantha!xxx