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Team Whitby – Home

 

This is a first. Using a song twice – never done that here before. But for all the searching, I just kept coming back to this song again and again. When the lyrics are this good I guess they have a right to be re-purposed.

 

Hold on, to me as we go

As we roll down this unfamiliar road

 

In December 2002 I moved to the beautiful seaside town of Whitby North Yorkshire in England. Whitby is a close-knit community where it’s not uncommon for people to have roots that go centuries back. People often grow up in Whitby, move away for a time but are drawn back like the waves on a beach. The pull of  home is stronger than the adventures they might find out in the ‘sea’ of the wider world. Whitby pulled my husband back from Canada and me with him. Whitby is the home of fishermen – casting nets far from here yet longing for return to the safe harbour of home. Whitby is not a large place – but it makes people with large spirits.

 

I’ve always known that the people of Whitby were big-hearted, family centered, loyal, generous and courageous but recently the local community have awed me with just how incredible they truly are. Let me tell you about it.

 

On July 27th – 30 + extraordinary individuals will be traveling from Whitby to London to compete in the 2013 Virgin Active London Triathlon for Cure Rett and specifically for my daughter Emlyn. 30 people from Whitby – a small seaside town. 30 people – most of which have never done a triathlon before. 30 people who – when asked – said ‘I can do that!’. 30 people who have hearts as big as the sea they live beside. 30 people.

 

That’s pretty awesome right? But that’s just the beginning. These 30 + people aren’t content to just train for a triathlon – heck no! They’ve planned a series of events leading up to the triathlon that’ll set your head to spinning. Every week for the next 12 weeks has something or other planned. Events to raise awareness of Rett syndrome in the community and beyond. Events to help raise funds to contribute to the team target of £10,000 by July 27th. The team will be bag packing, spinning, rowing, growing and having bad hair days. The team will be dancing, dressing up, dressing down and changing the colors of the town – all to make a real difference.

 

That’s pretty inspiring right? But that’s not all. The team have been tweeting, sending out sponsor forms, making collection tins, putting up posters and asking their family and friends to donate to their Just Giving pages. They have been giving interviews, encouraging each other and signing up new – unsuspecting victims err, scratch that – signing up new volunteers almost daily. They are gathering the most amazing momentum.

 

You’re getting excited right? But there’s more. The team have asked in many of the local businesses for sponsorship – they never get turned down. They’ve asked for help with poster printing, for counters to put tins on, for walls to put posters on, for help with equipment they need to train – they haven’t been refused yet. The local community is amping up the momentum, spreading the word and giving the team a large dose of  ‘true Whitby spirit’. It’s fair to say…we’re all feeling just a bit emotional.


Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m gonna make this place your home

 

Tonight is the first event in our countdown to London. It’s in Emlyn’s school and it’s been organized by the staff who make every part of Emlyn’s education experience incredible. The school – East Whitby Primary – where the teachers are so compassionate they have visited Emmy in the hospital (on the weekend no less!). The school where Emlyn’s Head Teacher – Mr Mok – wrote, composed and recorded a song exclusively for her (he will be performing it tonight…I will need a full box of tissue!). The school where children generously donate some of their pocket-money to Cure Rett because they want to see Emlyn have a long, full and free life….and because they love her ‘just the way she is’ as well. That’s part of what I love the most – these people see Emlyn for who she is and they love her just like that, but they also love her enough to want her to have the same opportunities, and the same good health that other – more typical – children her age have. I couldn’t have asked for more if I’d known what to ask for.

Settle down, it’ll all be clear
Don’t pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m going to make this place your home

 

One of the events in our Team Line-up is called Walk a Mile in my Shoes.

 

That is Emlyn’s own personal challenge.

 

On the 14th of July Emlyn will attempt to walk a mile. A mile might not seem like a terribly long distance but it’s more like a marathon if you have Rett. A good friend of mine aptly called it ‘Emlyn’s Everest”.

 

Emlyn struggled very hard to learn to walk (something the majority of girls with Rett can’t do) and has worked hard to maintain that ability despite numerous setbacks. Next year Emlyn will be having surgery to correct advancing hip displacement. She will have her hips and both of her femurs broken, reset and rigidly cast for months. We’ve been advised that it’s unlikely she will walk again after this surgery – however, with Emlyn I have learnt to NEVER say never. Only time will tell what she can and can not do. But while she still definitely can, we wanted to give her an opportunity to use that skill. So that’s what she has indicated she wants to do. She will – of course – have the whole team doing it with her, and should she get too tired there will be many heroes to take turns carrying her towards her own finish line. Eye Of The Tiger will be playing as she crosses it…and the cheering will be heard for miles. This isn’t a big town – but it’s home to big people.

Settle down, it’ll all be clear
Don’t pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m going to make this place your home

 

 

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The Sound of Sunshine

 

 

So far this year, England hasn’t had the warmest of summers. Actually – hoping I don’t offend my English friends here – after 6 years living in North Yorkshire I haven’t really felt like I’ve seen summer at all. I might have unreasonably high expectations of summer however, so please don’t let me singlehandedly derail the Yorkshire Tourist Boards efforts to increase visitation during our summer months. North Yorkshire is beautiful, historic, charming, scenic and friendly…it’s just not warm. My Canadian skin longs for exposure to 30 degree + temperatures.  I’m only able to get that here if I sit on a radiator, and then only my butt would be grateful…the rest of me would continue shivering.

 

So this lack of warmth has me feeling all nostalgic about home, and what summer feels like in Canada. Summer feels like childhood, so maybe I’m also feeling nostalgic about that.

 

Some days you lose – you win, and the waters as high as the times your in.

So I jump back into where I learned to swim.

Try to keep my head above it the best I can.

 

Summer should smell like Coppertone, freshly cut grass, Sun-tea, and barbecue. Summer should sound like sprinklers, layered tracks of music from several different sources, laughter and lawnmowers. Summer should feel like warm skin, sandy toes, mosquito bites, and supple joints. Summer should look like green grass, packed beaches, open windows and sunshine.

 

That’s why; here I am

Just waiting for this storm to pass me by.

That’s the sound of sunshine coming down

That’s the sound of sunshine coming down

 

When I was a kid we camped at the lake, caught fish and ate it…barbecued. We swam in the lake until our toes wrinkled and only came out to build sand castles. We had a campfire on the beach and sat around it roasting marshmallows, singing camp songs and playing guitars.

When I was a teenager we tanned all day, soaking our hair with Sun-In, coating our skin with oil. We splashed in the pool, flirted with the boys, and dreamt  of the future. We went to the mall, or the Waterpark, planned our outfits for dances and prayed the summer would never end.

 

And here I am just waiting for this storm to pass me by.

That’s the sound of sunshine coming down

That’s the sound of sunshine coming down

 

Summer felt like freedom. Summer felt like possibility. Summer was extra time with my Grandparents, so that meant summer was also full of nurturing, a small amount of spoiling and a LOT of loving. Summer was Drive-in movies, ice-cold Slurp-ee’s, fried chicken and corn-on-the-cob. Summer was less clothes, tanned skin, bare-feet, and wet hair.

 

I want to go where the sun will never end

With my guitar on the beach there with all my friends.

The sun so hot and the waves in motion 

And everything smells like suntan lotion

So kick of your shoes and relax your feet

They say that miracles are never ceasin’

And every single soul needs a little releasin’ 

The stereo bumpin’ till the sun goes down

And I only want to hear that sound…

 

Summer was before I had to grow up. Summer was before work. Before kids, marriage and responsibility. Before Rett Syndrome. Before loss. Before grief. Summer was youth and blissful ignorance.

 

That’s the sound of sunshine coming down

That’s the sound of sunshine coming down

 

 

 

 

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