Last week I stayed with my youngest daughter Alison in Melbourne (Australia)
This lovely girl has suffered illnesses that I am not sure I would withstand. Not long after her dad (my Don) died, she seemed t turn the corner but will have t have injections of Vitamin B 12 every three days for the rest of her life, amongst other things she takes just to be able to be okay....
She was sick, very sick all through her 20's which were basically lost to her, We spoke about this while I was there and a few tears were shed. She is an amazing person, and has a lot of her dad in her...which she happily admits.
She is kind, wise and true. She also does not take any prisoners of people who are unworthy of her trust and I like this about her.
This last week she was so good to me. I had two appointments with a varicose vein specialist who did sessions needling the most bulbous and dangerous of my varicose veins.
She drove me there and looked after me as I painfully and slowly hauled myself where I needed to be with many curses.
I was given cups of tea... cooked dinner and basically taken care of. I burst out crying more than once and explained to Alison that it was the kindness that made me cry. I am not used to anyone doing this sort of stuff for me.
Kindness brings me undone. I still think of my kids as my kids...but they are adults now in their thirties...and they are kind in an adult way...this is hard to comprehend... but also it is nice to consider.