I have been a little scattered lately with guest blogging and joining other blogger’s hubs and doing blogging challenges. All these things are fun and I like to help others but my goal here is to provide interesting content about my book. For those who are new here I will fill you in. My daughter, Justine was diagnosed with bipolar disorder when she was a teenager. After years of ups and downs she was killed in a car accident at aged 29 last year. I’m writing a book called, “Not My Story To Tell” about her life.
Justine was a wonderful communicator and loved making time for her family. She worked nights and would often phone me when she got home as I was getting ready for work at 7 am. We had some of our greatest conversations as I brushed my teeth and packed up my lunch before I left for work. Often, she would call to ask if it was time for our mother/daughter pedicures. She would make the appointment and we would have such a wonderful time at the spa together. The spa was our place to gossip, bond, and talk about life.
Getting together for birthdays was always a special time for our family. We would go out to a favourite restaurant of ours to celebrate. These moments were always a happy time for sharing how things were going in her life. She would also get together with her father for lunch just to have some time with him. She was always happy to see people she cared about and have a chat.
Keeping in contact with her extended family was also very important to Justine. When I talked to her grandparents, aunts, and uncles they usually told me they had just heard from her. She had a very close relationship with her cousins and would visit them and chat on the phone to them. We have hundreds of pictures to remember all our family get togethers and fun times she had with her family.