What a week it’s been in the world of the Webeck’s… There has been quite a gap between blogs, mainly because life has been like riding a roller coaster of extreme highs and intense lows these last 6 days.

It was when Harrison and I were in the midst of surviving the solo parenting gig (more on that another time) when we got the call that utterly changed the shape of the week that was.

My beautiful, beloved Nan was so very nearly lost to us this week. The worst of times was looming large on our doorstep as we were told in no uncertain terms to prepare for the inevitable. No longer a case of “if”, but “when”…

But someone obviously forgot to tell Nan because she, so full of spirit, courage, and quiet determination brought about the absolute best of times, all in a matter of days.

If you endure childbirth ten times over – yes 10 – I reckon you learn a thing or two about pain and adversity. My much-loved Nan bore the sheer pain of this natural, yet barbaric act (my opinion anyway) and all back in a time when there were no drugs to ease the agony. Well I say it’s set her up for this moment in life now. How else do you explain to me, her mystified but utterly grateful family, to baffled doctors and nurses who basically told us to shed our hope as we shed our tears…

Big lesson people; despite the warnings of the so-called experts, we should never give up on the living, even when you are told they are knock, knock, knocking on Heaven’s door. And don’t stop hoping and praying for a miracle. Because the lady I kissed goodbye on Tuesday afternoon, with her snowy white hair sitting spritely atop her head and rosy red cheeks flushed with love, smiled at me with tired, but determined eyes. My absolute inspiration, I can only hope I can instil such resolve into my life and the future of my son.