Starting life over again after caring for my dear Mum & Dad. Each & everyone one of us is capable of extraordinary things. Live like your life depends on it.
Dear @willcarling as I can't directly message you I will write it here. Sadly my mother passed away last Monday. As she was fighting for her life & unresponsive, I told her about your special message & incredibly she raised her brow! I can't tell you how much this means to me &
@raducrisanx For a Ballon D'Or winner we should be making big money from selling him. Look at today's transfer market. No way he should just waltz off on a free transfer. Plenty of players sign new contracts then leave their clubs, why not the same with Rodri?
@JuliaBramble@Bananabelly By that I mean even a tiny gesture, a look, a touch, from either parent can leave you with something everlasting. I know I got this from my dear Father many times when I cared for him that glaze over all the mishaps & missed experiences with him earlier. Take care & good luck!
@JuliaBramble@Bananabelly You still have a small chance to capture something beautiful and special that may help you to overcome those experiences you longed for. Though you may never have what you need to cover what may be missed you may find it in something new & different.
Geoff Butterworth (1956-2024)
‘Just Chips Grandad’
Watercolours were his speciality. A favourite artist of mine and this is nostalgic. My family loved my dad and this was a gentle reminder for Fish and Chip Friday .
@DoctorLemma Thank you for this post. My dear late Mother knew Eric Lomax and they exchanged letters over many years. My Mum spoke very highly and fondly of him. Yes, he was an extraordinary man, indeed.
@FramedTree@andyrayner9 I wonder what 'too high a proportion' actually means? 10% of a portfolio, 51%, 99%? Does this exclude bonds like ERNS or US FEDF? Sorry to ask you these questions, it's mostly just a response to the article. Thanks.
@ManCity City dreamland - what a 10 years that was!! I'll never forget when I was caring for my Dad and watching City win the Champions League. Muchas gracias, Pep!
"My parents died years ago. I was very close to them. I still miss them terribly. I know I always will. I long to believe that their essence, their personalities, what I loved so much about them, are — really and truly — still in existence somewhere. I wouldn't ask very much, just five or ten minutes a year, say, to tell them about their grandchildren, to catch them up on the latest news, to remind them that I love them. There's a part of me — no matter how childish it sounds — that wonders how they are. “Is everything all right?” I want to ask. The last words I found myself saying to my father, at the moment of his death, were “Take care.”
Sometimes I dream that I'm talking to my parents, and suddenly — still immersed in the dreamwork — I'm seized by the overpowering realization that they didn't really die, that it's all been some kind of horrible mistake. Why, here they are, alive and well, my father making wry jokes, my mother earnestly advising me to wear a muffler because the weather is chilly. When I wake up I go through an abbreviated process of mourning all over again. Plainly, there's something within me that's ready to believe in life after death. And it's not the least bit interested in whether there's any sober evidence for it.
So I don't guffaw at the woman who visits her husband's grave and chats him up every now and then, maybe on the anniversary of his death. It's not hard to understand. And if I have difficulties with the ontological status of who she's talking to, that's all right. That's not what this is about. This is about humans being human."
— Carl Sagan
“You will lose friends, you will lose lovers, you will lose comfort. But if in losing them you find yourself, you have gained more than a king.”
— Marcus Aurelius