Dear fellow bloggers
I’m sorry it has been a while since I’ve been in touch. I’ve no excuse for my absence and vow to stay connected from now on.
At the beginning of 2016 I stated my intentions and thus far feel happy that I have honoured my promises.
I’ve grown as a person by standing up to certain people and not allowing them to make me feel inferior. I’m sticking my head out from my protective tortoise shell and I’m not as afraid of being crushed anymore.
Another area of my life that needed my attention was reconnecting with people I’d lost touch with over the years. I’ve reached out to some old friends and family and it’s wonderful to feel a sense of belonging to a community again after years of imposed isolation.
We have been working on creating a family business with our son Chris who wants to open a trendy men’s barbershop. Fingers crossed we find out today if we secured the lease of a shop. If so we will be working hard over the next six weeks fitting it out and getting ready to open. We see this as an opportunity for Chris to follow his dream and for our whole family to work together and share their collective skills to make this dream a reality.
Other exciting news is that our daughter Laura has produced a CD of her original folky songs and will launch it in the coming months. I’d love to share her music with you when the CD is available.
Although I haven’t been on my blog site for a while I think of you all often and hope you are all happy and well. I’ve promised myself to spend time each morning to catch up with your news and reconnect with my treasured blogger friends.
Until one has loved an animal a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.
Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole.
Thankyou for the smile, the one you put on my face to make my life worthwhile.
My beautiful dog Gracie Dee came into my life at just the right time, even though I didn’t know it when I adopted her.
People say she’s lucky to have been adopted into a nice home but I know I am the lucky one to have found her.
Gracie brightens every day and makes me smile.
How happy I am to have found my loving and loyal companion.
My heart is aching knowing that my best friend Vee is struggling to cope with the terrible news that her cherished mother has an aggressive cancer invading her brain.
Life is unfair. My friend has suffered more than her share of tragedy during her life. This should be Vee’s time to live her dream of spending time with her mother in her golden years. She of all the people I know deserves joy and happiness.
The relationship between mothers and daughters is a compelling conundrum that spans all cultures and all eras. It is the most powerful bond in the world, for better or for worse.
Every mother daughter bond is unique and may be anything from blissful to dreadful during various stages of a woman’s life, regardless of whether she is the mother or the daughter.
I feel blessed to have enjoyed a wonderful relationship with my mother for the 46 years we shared together before she died six years ago.
My mother cherished and loved me unconditionally and I reciprocated her love. We shared so much of ourselves between us that it felt like we were an extension of each other.
Losing my mum suddenly as a result of an accident felt like a physical assault to my body and left me floundering to accept the truth.
In the space of a few hours I felt all my inner strength drain from my body leaving me feeling helpless like a child lost in a crowd desperately calling out for my mother to find me.
Facing the reality of her death was the hardest challenge I’ve encountered during my life. The subsequent stages of grief I went through were unspeakable.
I love my best friend Vee and will do anything to comfort and help her during this terrible time.
The thing that I am finding most difficult is being hopeful because I foresee her world will rock violently when her mother passes away, and I would do anything to save Vee from this fate.
Apart from finding one’s true love and soul mate there is nothing more rewarding than having a lifelong friendship with a best friend.
True friendship withstands the tests of time and distance, and my friendship with Genevieve is proof of that.
We met as eleven year olds in our first year of high school in 1972 and aside from the customary teenage spats we have been best friends ever since.
Like most ordinary middle-aged women we have endured our fair share of turbulence during our lives but we’ve always had each other to help us through rocky times.
Our monthly visits used to be chaotic when we were young women with six children under five years old between us. We often spent more time trying to keep the kids entertained than talking to each other. But we persisted because we knew our friendship was something special and neither of us was prepared to let it go.
Over the years our friendship has endured coping with the pain of divorce, illness, tragedies, loss, death, turmoil and family breakdown. We’ve also shared in the joys of marriage, births, building homes and all the other triumphs in our lives so far.
These days our children are adults so it’s just the two of us when we visit now, just like it was when Gen visited me every week after work when I was desperately lonely living in a flat as an 18-year-old newlywed. She brightened my life back then and still never fails to brighten my life today.
The distance between where we live is about to increase but that won’t bother us, we will still find each other and continue to enrich our friendship until the day we die.
Other people have crowds of friends in their lives. Not me, I only have one close friend and I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world.
I’ve always loved hand written letters. The excitement of writing a letter, posting it off to a destination and then receiving a letter back in my mailbox has always intrigued me.
It has always been easier for me to express my feelings on paper rather than verbally. My personality is unassuming and sometimes I hold back on expression resulting in the other person not receiving the message. However I have no trouble expressing myself in written form.
Throughout my life I have written letters to people, some were delivered and some never sent, but all of them helped me to express my feelings.
I’ve saved all the personal letters that I have received in a big box that I sometimes take out and read, transporting me back to a time when things were different. Seeing words in my mum’s handwriting somehow comforts me and makes me feel that she is still with me.
This week I had lunch with my best friend and was compelled to write her a letter after I saw her. With her permission I am sharing that letter with you.
To my oldest and dearest friend,
I love you.
Thank you for being my friend throughout all our ups and downs over the past 41 years. I am positive that our friendship will continue until the day we take our last breath.
People have come and gone throughout our lives but our friendship has withstood every situation and never fades. There is nothing that could destroy our bond.
Yesterday when I saw you for our Christmas visit I sensed that you are in pain. I could see it in your eyes, hear it in your words and feel it in my heart.
You are dealing with many stressful situations and I fear they are taking their toll on your peace of mind. I understand that these situations are impacting on your life and are unfair and frustrating.
But you have to step back from them before they eat into your soul.
If you need me to do anything to ease your pain then I expect you to call out to me and ask for help. I am your friend and will stand by you through any situation.
Never lose sight of the kind and loving person you are.
All you need is love.
Just call my name and I’ll be there
My friend’s response
Thank you. You have such a way with words and can say the things I think, but cannot put into words. I know you would be there for me no matter what, and I for you, and that is the most comforting thought I have.