One of the reasons it took me so long to launch a blog was because I just couldn’t think what to call it. People had been telling me for months to write one, but I just wasn’t confident enough that a) I’d have anything to say and b) what a fitting name would be for it. It was a real struggle. For someone who works in marketing, I was proving pretty useless at being able to market myself. I kept going round in circles. I didn’t want it to solely focus on my new life as a widow. I wanted it to represent my entire life. To tell my story. To be something that was important to me. Lovely people kindly gave up their time to help me brainstorm ideas. But something just wasn’t clicking. Even when I thought I’d landed on the name; I was still debating internally. I just couldn’t put my finger on what I wanted it to be.
And then my sister suggested “Life is a rollercoaster.” I immediately shut her down. I told her to stop trying to shoehorn Ronan Keating and Boyzone into my blog. You see, she’s every bit as much of a fan of Boyzone as I am of Jason Donovan. There’s been trips to stage doors to meet Stephen Gately (once actually when I was also waiting for Jason when they were in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang) and there’s been many, many tours. In fact, 2019 will forever go down in history as the year of Boyzone because, somehow, she managed to persuade me to see them five times over the course of their farewell tours, one of which included a meet and greet with the band. I’ve never seen her quite as lost for words as she was that day!
But the more I thought about it, the more “Life is a rollercoaster” just felt perfect. I looked back at previous posts I’d made and realised just how much I’d already been using this statement. It was there in my Facebook profile. My second ever Instagram post was of my lightbox which I’d updated to say this (posted during the year of Boyzone!) My final Instagram post of 2019 was a picture of a rollercoaster and ended with the paragraph “As we head into 2020, there’s a lot of variables for Family Charlesworth and who knows where we’ll be this time next year. But whatever happens, we’ll get through it. For in the words of a song I’ve heard once or twice this year… Life is a rollercoaster. Just gotta ride it.” And somewhat fittingly, since I decided to launch the blog and go with this title, my sister has discovered that the original release date for Life is a Rollercoaster by Ronan Keating was 10 July. Mr C’s birthday. I got goosebumps when she told me. Yet another link to us. To me.
Because when I look back across my entire life, as cliché as it sounds, it certainly has been a rollercoaster. It’s why I’ve always been known to use and say it. When friends and family saw the title, they commented on how right it was. Because it’s not just 2020 and the impact of becoming a widow and grief which has been a rollercoaster. I’ve experienced so many highs in my life. But I’ve also experienced so many lows. All of which have made me the person I am today.
It’s odd that when I look back at 2019 and what was to become my final “normal” year, there were so many twists and turns, it’s almost like it was a prequel for what was come to in 2020. I think back to the very first Boyzone gig of the year at Butlins in Minehead in January. Four of us made the trip, there was laughter, there was fun, there was excitement. But most importantly of all, there was Ronan’s hat! To this day, I don’t know how I managed it, but when he threw his hat into the audience, I managed to catch it (if anyone reading this has video evidence of this, I’d be very interested to see it!) The euphoria on my sister’s face was something else. The photo of her at the moment when she put it on her head quickly became my favourite ever picture of her. We had a fab weekend. But the day after we came home, our family was thrown into disarray with regards to care for my nan. Within 24 hours we’d gone from a high to a low. The 2019 rollercoaster was underway. When I was writing this post, I started writing more about that rollercoaster year. But a friend who read a draft version observed that it made it feel quite long and went on a slight tangent. As I took the paragraphs out, I realised she was right. Instead, one day I’ll write one just on the story of 2019 because it’s absolutely one that needs telling and an integral part of my life.
But as this post is telling the story of how the blog came to be named, while writing it I decided to listen to Boyzone (don’t tell my sister). And while Life is a rollercoaster could be perceived as a cliché, I’ll forever be grateful to my sister for her spark of genius on this. Because as I reflect, it’s true for so many aspects of my life. Even my relationship with my sister has been its own little rollercoaster. We’ve not always been as close as we are today. She’s four and a half years younger than me, so for many years was actually a bit of an irritant! Our lives took us in different directions. We’d speak, but not really that often. There was never any bad feeling, we just weren’t as close as some siblings might be. But after our nan’s diagnosis with Alzheimer’s, there was a definite change. It brought us closer together. Life can be funny like that. Takes with the one hand and gives with the other.
It’s why I’ve never been more honoured than when she asked me to read the Father of the Bride speech at her wedding (our grandad who was due to give her away, sadly died the year before she got married and while our nan gave her away, she wasn’t confident enough to do the speech). And while I doubt I’ve ever told her this in person, I’m so exceptionally proud of my sister and how she’s dealt with her own rollercoaster life. Of how she coped with two premature and very poorly babies. Of how she manages and lives with her Crohn’s disease. Even when she was admitted to hospital twice in 2020 due to it (once needing surgery), she still made sure she rang me every day to check in on me (I could probably count on two hands the days she hasn’t rung me since Mr C was admitted to ITU). She has been my rock. She has picked me up off the floor both literally and metaphorically. She was the one to drive over when my daughter rang her after we’d had a heck of a row due to the stress of putting the Christmas decorations up without Mr C for the first time (that day was a literal pick up off the floor). She has done so very much for me over the last 16 months, I will never, ever be able to thank her enough.
Or so I thought. But actually in writing this, I’ve realised that while Life is a rollercoaster is perfect for me and very much represents my life, calling it this also gave me the perfect way to give a nod, to say thank you and acknowledge the role my sister has, and continues to play in my life. Because as much as I mock her, all the Boyzone memories we’ve created are so important to me and will always, always make me smile. Because when you’re on a rollercoaster in the way that I am, you need someone pretty amazing to be on it with you. And I can think of no-one I’d rather have on it with me than her. Because no matter what happens in the rest of my life, I do genuinely feel one thing is for certain. Life is a rollercoaster. Just gotta ride it…
Life is a rollercoaster 