Thursday, 16 March 2017
Time marches on
A year older today, I am now 82!!!
This year I have felt all of those years but, bugs and viruses defeated (touch wood) am now starting to look outward rather than in.
Yesterday I received two lovely bouquets of flowers and my sitting room smells gorgeous.
Today, looking at the cards which have winged their way to me I felt a small but definite lift in spirits.
I had a long talk to middle brother on the phone yesterday and was reminded how much contact with loved ones counts when living alone.
In the 7 and a half years since John died I have come to value my three brothers in a way I never previously did.
Taking each other for granted is par for the course between siblings and it takes a sharp reminder such as the death of a spouse to make one realise that our personal landscapes complete with support team are not just a background to our lives.
My three brothers have of course some things in common but are also very individual and I value them all, each for their own slant on life.
Friends in church and in the Close all play their part in my single status life but the ties of blood are, inevitably, the closest.
One of my cards is from my oldest friend, ( since school days) and that too is a very special link.
Watching the dreadful series of news programmes on TV covering the East Africa famine is heart-rending and the stuff of nightmares, yet it is the everyday reality of these poor peoples' lives.
Helpless to do anything except pray and wait for the details of how to donate money to appear on our screenes, makes us all the more aware of the huge gulf between their lives and ours.
It seems the situation in Africa never improves despite years of aid from other countries and billions of pounds being poured into the bottomless pit of misery.
Clearly the root cause is not being tackled, but, what can we do at our level?
I fear this is one thing which time will not heal.
Posted by Ray Barnes at 11:49:00 am