So Sorry to bring on such a downer, but its not just old photos and people from the distant past who need our respect or thoughts... this is Don's eldest sister Jeanette and her husband Jacko. They married in about '61 or thereabouts. They had a child called Phillip. When Phillip was about four and Jeanette was 8 mths pregnant they were all killed when a drunk driver hit their car on their way home from a little holiday.
When I met my husband Don in '72 his mother was "strange" and it took me years to fully comprehend why.
Now I have two grown daughters I know well why.
What I have learned from all of this from these tragedies, from my own family tragedies is not to take life or anything for granted.
Not to descend to the ordinary...not to become entrapped by self absorbtion.
To wake each day to a sunrise, to my girls still alive, to Don still breathing beside me is okay...all else is just a plus.
I am not going to write the world's greatest novel, nor climb the highest mountains... (as if)... but I am going to and do appreciate all the days allowed to me, and know that they are gifts. And not feel hard done by if others seem to have more or look better, or whatever.
Its Don's big 56th tomorrow. he's been sick, he's been sick realy since 1982, but you wouldn't know it, the way he is. I have made him a book of a card and we will go to lunch somewhere... and just us two - blow out candles... and thats okay.
He was so sick over the weekend. I was worried we might not be in the good situation we are in today. But we are... aint it a wonder? I can't wait to see what oddities the girls have got wrapped up for him for his birthday... I have a few myself... Fifty six is not so old when you have 91 year old friends!!!!