Life, fragile as a butterfly, a tenuous thread to reality, precious
beyond all else . . .
God willing, by tomorrow I can count another year of it, how
much longer we have, not one of us can know or determine.
This last year I have spent a little too much time knocking on
those pearly gates, yet each time been knocked back and sent
away. Sometimes I was not too happy with that as passing over
would have been so very easy.
Then, being back and seeing the gyrations of my newly grown
up grandchildren, developing an even closer and more loving,
if that is possible, relationship withmy daughter and seeing the
garden thrive again, has given me new strength to cope with the
Prof's fading memory.
Every equation seems to have pluses and minuses and we cope as
best we can.
The blogging community has been a wonderful spur to at least a
little creativity in moments of respite. I know I have not been able
to visit as much I would have liked and yet so many have left me
kind comments when I was unable to respond. There were many
times when those caring words kept me going against all odds.
To my dear, dear sister/daughter friend Ces a special thank you
for the most wonderful present that arrived to succour my soul
with the wonder of her great gift of drawing. On That another
post will follow I hope soon.
At the moment it is daily injections at the hospital as my body
seems to be refusing to submit itself to the major blood thinner
on the market which I have been subjected to for many years.
I resent the time this robs me of but at least it stops clots forming
on my artificial heart valves.
Sometimes we just need to accept what is.
So thank you for making my life so much richer and full of
fun and I send big hugs to all of you who drop in regularly
with scones and cup cakes to take tea with me and thank
you for your friendship.