SO it’s 12.23am as I start to type this post. Of course it is... And today I have cried again, that’s three days on the trot now.
But they’re not always tears of sadness or miss, inter-mingled these last three days they have also been tears of joy, pride, magic, miracles, passion, drive, determination and insurmountable love.
We are now over five and a half years into our journey of #miss and I’m still blown away by what love can achieve.
I felt the build up on Friday, and last October, when we met Tracey from Breese adventures, I just knew that our challenge was blessed and heaven sent.
So our plan was to leave at 2am and start to climb the mountain for sunrise.
‘Sunraise for Reuben’
A sunrise, a gift that isn’t always guaranteed, a new day that we often take for granted.
We left Glossop at 10.30pm on the coach and met our fellow climbers in Snowdon.
We registered and knew we were in safe hands with Breese.
After a few words of thanks we handed over our beginnings to Katy, our friend, supporter, healer and therapist to give our trip an angelic blessing.
We’d purchased quartz crystals and Katy had charged them ready for our challenge.
We stood and sat in the silence. We were ready.
It was no coincidence that heaven timed our perfect 02.23am departure.
The moon was full and, accompanied by 92 challenger head torches, we started our ascent.
Despite our training walks nobody could have prepared me for the challenge ahead. Wow!
I think the darkness may have been a good thing as I may have turned back had I seen the heights we were about to achieve.
We climbed and climbed and climbed and climbed, three quarters of the way up turning a corner, we were met with tinges of the most amazing oranges and blues I’ve ever seen, our new day was starting to arrive, it was 4.50am.
Now for the last stint, we climbed some incredible rocky and shale sections that were so steep, steps, rocks, thin paths, no paths, ice and snow.
As I climbed ‘A new day has come’ played in my head, a Celine Dion song.
And then it arrived, our gorgeous Reuben...
As the moon started to go to sleep, and I knew our summit was in sight, I started to cry ‘On top of l the world’ played and played in my head, the song we’d chosen for Reuben’s celebration of life party as he was carried in to church by his loved ones.
I shared with Mike, we held hands tight and arrived, a new day had arrived and we felt so blessed to share it with friends and beautiful hearts of pure gold.
We took photographs, shared moments, made beautiful memories and sheltered from the -9 degrees windchill.
We thought of our boy, remembered a special little girl and buried her pebble and placed a little gift from Gill P, a RR rock.
The weather that received us was unbelievable, the best on record. Our guides were gobsmacked and shared how lucky we were.
They had not experienced anything like it before.
There was no luck about it I smiled, when you’re taking that much love and goodness up a mountain, the energy you create is tangible and I’d hoped that our angels would be close and deliver the most beautiful morning to us. It was, 100 per cent delivered on angel wings.
The blessings and miracles that happened were amazing. I look forward to hopefully sharing a special lady’s story with you soon, angels at work.
Then we headed back down the mountain.
Ouch! That hurt... aches, pains, knees, but our spirits were lifted by the natter and giggles.
We did it!!! We climbed Snowdon! I’m so so proud of everyone involved.
So, so very proud.
The team on top of Snowdon raising money for Reuben’s Retreat a charity born in memory of Nicola’s Graham’s son Reuben who passed away in 2012 aged 23 months