Here is a story that has been kept to few.. Once upon a time, there was a girl who met a boy. They met in BC and he was playing rugby that allowed him to travel around for awhile. He was able to come from New Zealand and play with clubs in Canada and around. He met this girl and they had a connection. That connection took the girl away from BC into territory unknown. Even after a few months of dating, that boy said to that girl, I'm now moving to England, come with me. WTF she said?! After many conversations with others, and herself, she did. They traveled far! They traveled to England, Belgium, France, Scotland until they found their stay in Ireland. A little town called, Abbeyfeale. She was alone and scared because she hadn't known of this wandering lifestyle and at 25 was getting everything so quick and so fast. They settled in to a house with a man, Declan, who was the Captain of the team. He was a Realtor and a real joker. She remembers him fondly and that house that had no heat, only but a fireplace to heat the 2 story 3 bedroom house at the time. It was October when they landed, and man, it was cold. Cold winds, cold rain. The girl learned she was pregnant. When she went to the Dr. to see what was to be done...how on Earth could she have a child that "young" she thought. Barely a child herself. Dr. said you must have it here, and if you don't, you must travel to England to seek other options. The girl, not wanting anything else but the baby said YES. The Dr. said and she is on any meds, she must stop NOW! Well, this poor girl had been on antidepressants for 6 mths and was told if you continue, you will damage your baby! Guess what.. The girl stopped..cold turkey. Day upon days she stumbled into walls that seem to push her..as if they were chasing her, it was a bad scene. After the withdrawal, she leveled out emotionally and allowed the happiness to flow. She knew that she had made the right choice no matter the circumstance or situation, that she felt 'complete.' Dada continued on his rugby weekends for a bit and it was decided that they, as a family, would go back to his homeland of New Zealand, so he could work for his father and do right by his family.
Dada would go for weekends at a time, leaving Mama in the big 2 storey house, with minimal heat (I'm sure she was invited but she wanted to be 'home') She was home, early with baby and would hear a kitten's cry. Mama, had learned that Abbeyfeale had so many kittens being born that people would take them and drown them in the water. Mama was outraged and watched out for every cat/kitten around to ensure that they had food, especially this little one. When she heard the cries, she went to the door, opened it up any only saw other front doors to the right and blackness (not developed land) to the left. Over one particular weekend, she kept hearing cries and would keep opening the door to see if she could find that soul.
The weekends that followed meant time was diminishing in Ireland and the cries became louder. She constructed a bed of wooden box, blankets and bought cream so she could leave out for the little being. One night, after pulling the box closer and closer to the door, she caught sight of the soul. A gorgeous, and tiny orange and white kitten who scampered off at first sight. Next weekend, she put the box outside the door and kept the door open so the kitten could feel the heat of the house, and the love. She said by the door and kept saying "it's OK" "it's OK."
Finally, 2 weekends later, the bigger kitten entered the house and found the bowl with the milk. The kitten ended up finding the lost girl waiting for her on the coach and curled up with her and started kneading her stomach where the girl's baby was growing. They grew close in the next few weeks before the girl had to go back to New Zealand and from that closeness, grew a bond that she remembers to this day .
It was then that I named her "Abbey" from Abbeyfeale. The last night we were there, she escaped into the attic of Declan's house and shit everywhere (because he scared her!) and we had to leave the next morning. This is for her, and I hope she got out alive and happy. It's been a weird wound that had been stuck with me but I'll always remember her sweet face and the first place she went to was my belly, my Ashlee.
Love you, Abbey, you got me through some lonely times xoxo Thank you! Also, I can't leave out the father of Ashlee, Johnny, who taught me a lot about myself and who helped me to be the person that I am today.
Writing this on the full moon of 12/12... thank you for hearing my words and bless those need it xoxoxoxooxo