I keep promising to update my holiday blogs. Wales is pretty much done, but I'm having problems with the photos. Maldives I haven't even started. I have only my hand written notes... I could be lazy and scan them in, but you'd never read my writing.
I also should tell you all about my new job. Maybe I'll do some serious blogging at the weekend.
Gosh, I've just read back on something from April this year (I was trying to recall a conversation I'd had with Dad about something). I never thought I would look back on my blogs from those days but when I did I realised how much I've forgotten already (just little things, funny tales etc). I'm so glad I have them recorded. In with the painful stuff are some nice things I can reflect on in time.
Anyway, my point was going to be: I can't believe how graphic some of the blogs were! I apologise for anybody who read them and was upset/distressed/offended! Yeuwww.... did I really write those things? Did I really DO some of the things I did? How quick the mind moves on.
Friday, 12 October 2007
Wednesday, 10 October 2007
A little poem I meant to share ages ago....
I'm wishing you an angel
That's right there by your side
To comfort and to care for you
And be there as your guide
Rejoicing in the your good times
And when you most need hope
May she help you lift the burden
And give you strength to cope
Let her be the voice of wisdom
Gently whispered in your ears
And the suit of armour worn
To face your greatest fears
I'm wishing you an angel
Sent to watch you from above
A friend who gently guards you
With a heart that's full of love
This was in a card that I bought one day, and in Dad's final days we placed it under his pillow. He never read it, or knew it was there.
That's right there by your side
To comfort and to care for you
And be there as your guide
Rejoicing in the your good times
And when you most need hope
May she help you lift the burden
And give you strength to cope
Let her be the voice of wisdom
Gently whispered in your ears
And the suit of armour worn
To face your greatest fears
I'm wishing you an angel
Sent to watch you from above
A friend who gently guards you
With a heart that's full of love
This was in a card that I bought one day, and in Dad's final days we placed it under his pillow. He never read it, or knew it was there.
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