I haven’t really gone into my past as I thought I had left it behind, but for some reason the past seems to be catching up with me. So I think now is the right time to write this post.
First let me tell you a bit about my background for this post to make sense. I am half Sicilian (Italian ) as my mum and her side of the family come from Southern Sicily. When I was 10 years old my mum, dad my younger brother and me all went on holiday to Sicily and the plan was we went to visit my Nana and Grandad whilst we were there. Best laid plans and all that.
My cousin and my Grandad came to pick us up from the hotel, we were approximately 15 minutes from my Nana’s house when we had the accident, a lorry was doing a u-turn in the middle of the motorway and our car hit it. Well my brother who was 3 years old was killed outright so was cousin and Grandad died soon after. I was stuck in hospital for 3 weeks unable to communicate as they couldn’t talk English and i couldn’t talk Italian. I ended up staying in Sicily for a few months till |I recovered as hospitals over there were nothing like they are over here. My dad died of his injuries over there and is now buried with my brother over there.
For some reason the accident and all that happened at that time is coming back to me, even though it was 31 years ago. I’m not sure what is going on why it is on my mind so much or am I going mad. I have a lot on my mind at the minute as every parent does and the kids are in my thoughts. I am so worried about little Gnome, thinking that it was something I have done during my pregnancy that has caused his condition ( still to be diagnosed). For what ever reason I am missing my dad like crazy.
Any idea what’s wrong with me?, why am I feeling this way?