As it is the festive period, I could not resist doing a blog about Christmas.
The first thing I must say, to get it out of the way, is I love Christmas. Not because it means receiving presents. But because it means coming together with the people you love, without trying to sound too cheesy. As I've mentioned before, I've lived all over the country, but I've always returned home for Christmas in Leicester.
However, this Christmas is different for me and it has nothing to do with my brain injury, which I will come onto later, but because we are down in Poole to celebrate with Amy's family, as I mentioned in last week's blog. We will pop up to Leicester at some point to see my family, but it will be the first Christmas Day I have had not waking up in my parents house on Christmas morning but I'm told by Amy that is not the case, which again shows you the reliability of my memory. It is in fact the second Christmas I have spent away from my family, but it feels like the first.
What matters most to me though, is Amy seeing all of her family and loved ones, as much as possible, as she has made the unbelievable commitment of moving her whole life away from her home, to Cheltenham, to be with, and look after, me; so I would like to make her happy, as, if you pardon my language, she works bloody hard; on her course, at Waitrose, and looking after/worrying about me.
As I've talked about before in a previous blog about Amy's birthday back in August, it is difficult for me planning anything, or looking ahead, but especially what presents to get her, as this function of my brain was damaged by the bleed, but I am not making an excuse. Plus she is a woman, and as I've learned growing up with two women in my life, they are tricky creatures to please! But after all, Amy has the best present in me anyway! Only joking, so yet again, I had to enlist the help of my amazing sister Laura, all the way from Leicester, so a massive thank you must go to her for helping me order all of the presents and arranging to have them delivered to my parents' house in Leicester, so Amy would have no idea what I had got her, but it did not matter anyway as we were down in Poole for Christmas and travelled up to Leicester a few days later. Laura also bought a lovely big festive sack to put all of Amy's presents in and gave me a numbered list to remind me what I had got her, as I firstly, struggle to remember what I had got her, and because I bought her so many presents to make her feel special, but I did come up with all of the present ideas myself!
It doesn't matter anyway, because Amy has already given me the best possible present anyway by sticking with me throughout all of this, still believing in me and still wanting to be with me, without trying to sound too soppy again, but it's Christmas so I'm allowed to!
I also wanted to say a massive thank you for reading these blogs. I am often overwhelmed by how many people have read them and hopefully they have helped someone see the evidence of life after brain injury because there is. Although I still need reminding in my moments of doubt, I need no reminding at Christmas, it's at this time of the year you realise how truly lucky you are and I know how lucky I am.
I hope you have a very merry Christmas.