REUBEN’S RE­TREAT

Glossop Advertiser - - News - Ni­cola Gra­ham

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

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