I rang the Hospital again tonight and the nurse took the phone to my friend Fay. It took me by surprise.... What do you say to someone who's dying... we are never prepared but it was lovely. She sounds so weak and tired. But we had a nice chat.. she wanted to know what my house was like, if it was cold.. how was work... (that's Fay.... it's always about YOU never about her). She said she is brassed off hanging around and every day rolls into the other. I wish she could be spared this. We both shared our favourite memory and had a laugh about this trip when I took this photo. "The Bag Lady" we called it... she remembered as she would. Nothing wrong with her memory. I have been so lucky to have met Fay and the other wonderful friends in my life.
and tomorrow is a special day too. It would have been Mum and Dad's 54th wedding anniversary. Talk about the long and the short huh. It is a special day and I hope Mum will think about the good days they had together and how lucky they were to be in love for so long. I miss my Dad everyday so tomorrow won't be any different. I will send her some flowers in the morning...
There must be a lesson in everything that's happened over the last two years. I've lost so much.. my boob, my job, my Dad, my Aunt, then having to shift and now my dear friend and confidante. And my Uncle has cancer.......I have been wondering if I should go and do a course on coping with grief so I can help others or something.
I NEED TO GET SEWING! I KEEP PROCRASTINATING
someone kick me in the butt.. I need to get motivated again.
Sorry to be a doom merchant but thank you for reading this and letting me share. There's noone here to listen so you're all IT!