What's brought all this on? Two things....the first reading a short blog entry this morning. Sue who writes the Cottage at the End of a Lane blog is one of my favourite bloggers, she's very down to earth, writes really interesting stuff about the seasons, weather, plants and her local history, makes up good recipes, of which I've tried several, and writes without drama about her beloved Col's health problems. Sadly, he died yesterday. She said something really poignant - that the saddest thing is that his grandchildren won't remember him and he won't see them grow up. Well no he won't, and that is sad. But the grandchildren, young as they are, will never forget him...they'll have lots of photos of him to look at, and Sue and her children will keep his memory alive all the time, telling the grandchildren all the lovely stories about things they did with him when the grandchildren were young. I'm so sorry Sue, but glad you and Col had a happy couple of years together after his retirement, and moved to your lovely cottage at the end of the lane.
The second thing is my lovely husband's recent and ongoing heart problems - they're relatively minor in that he hasn't had a heart attack or stroke, although he does now have coronary heart disease and that means we both have to have a drastic change of lifestyle. He's 67, 9 years older than me, he retired from work nearly a year ago and at the end of this month we will have been married 35 years, longer than most of our family members and friends. He's always been the love of my life and we want to make the most of our (well, his really, but I guess mine too as I voluntarily stopped working a few years ago) retirement, having more time to spend together and doing whatever we want to do.
I have close family members who are in poor health and whom I need to keep in close contact with. I have good friends who I don't see nearly enough, through distance or busy-ness. But in this technological age, there's no excuse for not keeping in contact. And nor should I feel grumpy or resentful about not hearing regularly from them....communication is a 2-way thing, and it would be just awful to have your last memory of someone you love tainted by bad feelings.
So from today onwards, I am going to make sure I spend a few minutes at the end of each day, thinking about the good things that day. Of which there will be lots, I'm sure.