I went for a walk today – doesn’t that sound so very basic and normal. But for me it isn’t normal yet.
I’ve been getting around, being taken places by family friends and a great organisation here called Driving Miss Daisy. This organisation is quite different to cabs – they come to the house, walk with me to the car, take me wherever I want to go for coffee, lunch,to visit friends or to attend appointments.
But having said how great all these people are there’s nothing quite like being out on your own two legs, walking outside after so long being confined to walking only around the garden. Yesterday my youngest grandson walked with me to the end of the drive. It’s uphill and so a bit of a challenge.
Then today, my lovely Physiotherapist took me for a short drive to the next suburb. We parked the car and then walked a short distance to a cafe for coffee. Suddenly, I felt as if I had some control. It’s amazing what a difference something as small as a walk away from the house can make.
And looking back a year. I was totally involved in being with and supporting The Architect as he fought and lost his battle against the imposing tumour. How different life was then and how it brought home to me once again, that life is short and can be taken in the blink of an eye.
Then I looked further back and remembered this day five years ago –With a Little Help From My Friends. What a lovely day that was and that is the grandson who walked with me yesterday. How he has grown in five short years.
And on this day four years ago I was thinking about the names we give our children, and the effects they can have on them in later life. – Samarra.
This time three years ago I was getting excited about the next stage in my long and lovely life.
On July 13 2014 the Architect and I were in Edinburgh. We wet to a restaurant for brunch and I ordered a Bloody Mary but as it was 11.15 am we had to wait until 11.30 am for the bar to be opened. Strange Scottish alcohol laws. But we spent much of the rest of the day in and around the castle. Of course, I had lived in Scotland for 8 years at one time but my partner had never been there, and of course as an architect he was fascinated with the old and new buildings.
So lots of happy memories on this day interspersed with a few not so happy.
But I say I choose how I’ll spend the rest of my life and I choose to look forward.–