The ‘Whack a Mole’ Months

The ‘Whack a Mole’ Months

I’m going to be honest with you. It’s been 20 months since my last post and earlier this week I was tempted to change the ‘published dates’ of all existing posts and re-launch. Why? Because it would have been easier than explaining why I have been absent. But then I thought to myself….what would the original Birksy do? 

Dad (the original Birksy) was a man who loved to tell a story and he had plenty of them. Stories about all of the places he’d travelled to; all of the people he’d met; and all of the things he’d learnt that made him who he was. Dad would have told me to share my story. So, here we go Dad….

Chapter 6 – The ‘Whack a Mole’ months

20 months ago on New Years Eve I had set out big plans for 2018. I was finally going to make headway with the Birksy mission and had lined up a new job to fund it. It turns out that 2018 had other plans for me! 2018 was like being in a ‘whack a mole’ game and the first hit came 10 days into the New Year.


On the morning of Wednesday 10th January I received a call from my mum…….Dad (the original Birksy) had suddenly passed away. There were no warning signs and there was no time to say good-bye. Our Dad, my Daddy bear, had gone.

Never in my life had I felt so overwhelmed with emotion. I couldn’t quite believe that someone (let alone our invincible Dad) could just disappear from this life. But in the days, weeks and months that followed, I realised they don’t. I realised that in the end we are all just stories. Stories that will be told time and time again for generations to come. It was Dad’s stories that got us through the early dark days. It was Dad’s stories that we shared at the service to celebrate his life. It is Dad’s stories that still make us giggle around the dinner table. And it is Dad’s stories that taught me to “grab life by the horns” and to do so with strength of character. 

So in early February this Welsh mole popped right back up and headed to her new job. Throughout 2018 the ‘Whack a Mole’ mallet continued to try to keep me down…but there is no telling a Birksy what to do. Whilst we laid to rest three more superheroes (Geraint’s father, grandpa and nana), I became even more determined to author a story that would make them proud.

In August 2018 we bought a new home with plenty of space to entertain family and friends…and parties we have had! In March 2019 we packed our suitcases and jumped on a plane for a 3-month road trip across the United States (check out @birksytravels on Instagram for piccies of the craziness). In June my brother and I started to plot a joint Birksy venture (more on this soon). And then today, today was something else.

Today I watched on with pride as Emelia confidently walked through the doors of full-time school for the first time. Today I laughed uncontrollably as Freya whipped off her nappy and demanded ‘knick-knacks’ forever more. Today I realised I had turned the last page of the ‘Whack a Mole Months’ and a new chapter had started. A chapter in life that starts with me stronger. A chapter in life that is yet to be written but one that I know will continue to do them proud

I’m even more determined than ever to crack on with the Birksy mission and can only apologise for the absence. Hopefully you will now somewhat understand. First up I had better re-visit my 2018 actions – eeek!

But first….Dad always finished his stories with a moral. So here goes it, this one’s for you Dad….

The moral of the ‘Whack a Mole months’ has to be:

“Whatever troubles come your way, always remember to keep hold of the pen. For you are the author of your own life story, so make it one to remember.”

Until next time,


(not the original)