January 23rd – In Remembrance of Abigail

1999: – I felt a bit kinder today and slept until 8, which seemed to please mum, but we didn’t lounge around as we apparently had a busy schedule ahead.  We started in Asda getting Bombers shopping which mummy found very confusing due to all the fresh food on the list.  Honestly, how the other half live, mummy feeds me from packets, tins and the freezer!  In protest I kept swinging my feet as I sat in the trolley and putting dirty foot prints all over her beige jeans (well I ask you, what a colour to wear).  She was not impressed, but my fun didn’t last long as she robbed me of my trainers.  Once we’d loaded up the car we went to the dentist but there was a long delay.  Mummy didn’t seem to mind though; she just made another appointment for another day.  Seems strange for her to be so cheerful about an inconvenience, perhaps she really likes the dentist and doesn’t mind when she lets her down.  We called in to see Nanny and Pa and then to Bompers to deliver his shopping. Next we went to see  Karen at the Rugby pitch where her husband Mark was playing.  I found it very frustrating though as I was strapped in my buggy, having to watch mud covered men running after a funny shaped ball.  I thought it would have been far more fun if mum had let me out of the buggy and let me run around after the ball, Karen agreed but mum didn’t give in and I remained restrained.  I got my own back later though when we went on to the club for a drink and saw two men playing pool – I decided to make the game more fun by moving the balls, they didn’t seem to mind, but mum spoilt the fun as always.  We went back to Karen’s and I played with her daughter Abigail,  affectionately known to me as ‘Agal’ and we stayed the night, with Agal’s cot next to my bed.

2019: This morning mum had to get up early with me to take my bloods for monitoring due to immunosuppressants – I keep telling her I’m far too busy to drop by the hospital. Although I managed to get home early today as need to pick Caine up from the station as he has just got back onshore and missed my birthday celebrations. Mum’s still muttering something about priorities.

Sadly A’gal died when she was 7 following a road traffic incident. She was living in Ireland with Karen and Mark and her younger sister Kate.  Her parents have set up The Abby Harding Memorial Foundation with every bit of money raised going directly to families of children with acquired brain injury. We are still in contact and have been to one of the foundation balls which are held every couple of years

https://www.facebook.com/The-Abby-Harding-Memorial-Foundation-587892691315979/