Today it is eight years since John had his stroke. The week has also included Valentine’s Day. John and I didn’t usually make a big deal about Valentine’s Day but that year he planned a weekend away. So we went the weekend before. We had a beautiful room in the Blue Mountains looking straight down […]
I’m walking this month to raise funds for stroke awareness and stroke rehabilitation. I’ve commoitted to 300km for the month of November, an average of 10km per day. Today, my birthday (I’m 54) I walked 11km. Walking.We all do it, every day.I spend most of my time figuring out how to do as little as […]
I was eating some rather smelly washed-rind cheese this evening. I’m rather fond of the stuff, every now and then. I remembered a time (back in the day) when I had bought some and it had stunk out the car in the time taken to transport it from shop to home. John was rather cranky, […]
Yesterday marked the seventh anniversary of that cataclysmic day. Seven years, where did that time go? That’s what people say when they speak of their children growing, time passing, growing old. John’s stroke was always going to be the five-year project, something we’d get through, overcome. Some lessons have been learned since then: You can’t […]
It was six years yesterday. A time to think about all that has happened in all our lives in that time. This time of year is very, very difficult. It begins with my mum’s birthday on Feb 13 and ends with our wedding anniversary on Mar 13. In between is Valentine’s Day (our last weekend […]
Mr heart creaks, And cracks. I walk outside And see the stars shining, and A tiny wisp of breeze Stirs the leaves. And I think of those Who sleep (I hope) And those Who cannot Sleep.
I came across a photograph While fossicking through a drawer. It’s just a licence photo, One of those ones We all love to hate. You look like a tough guy, But I know you’re not. You never were. I realise That the memories are slipping, Sliding, Disappearing with the ocean’s breeze. And I need These […]
Today it is John’s birthday, though he didn’t realise it as he doesn’t know what day it is. I organised a birthday lunch yesterday to which some of his friends came. It was a lovely afternoon. However time is marching by and many of the friends who were once close to him, and whom he’d […]
I hope That you know How much you are loved. The sun will lose his warmth The moon, her glow The stars, their sparkle If you do not know My love
Kangaroo Street, The Radiators were playing. I was wearing a red skirt, white blouse And my first pair of high-heeled shoes. You were wearing brown trousers, Striped button-down shirt. You were hanging over there with your best mate And I came in with mine. Who’s that? We both asked. Our hearts already knew.