Today has been a sad day. It’s the fourth anniversary of my mother’s sudden death and instead of my usual planned distractions I found myself nursing one of Master Ben’s chickens who had got herself into trouble in the garden. Unfortunately, the shock and exhaustion must have been too great and despite my ministrations as the day turned to night Bette Davis slipped away.
It kind of felt like history repeating itself. Only with a chicken.
They say time is a great healer but maybe not just yet.
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| Bette Davis on the left, Miss Muffet on the right. She was a beauty. |
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Sorry to hear that, Jane. Both my parents are gone, and I know it's not easy. You just have to focus on the generation coming through.
Circle of life, and all that…
Thanks, Martin:) Yes, I know – I'm always using that analogy on my kids:) Poor Miss Betty though was too young to die and so triggered of a lot of emotions. It would be nice to have a year or two without any tragedy – the last four have been littered with them. Even for someone like me – there's only so much you can take without eventually going bananas:)
No chance of that – you're already bananas…
Coincidentally, I've just read an article on creativity and mental illness, Martin:))
http://machineslikeus.com/news/link-between-creativity-and-mental-illness-confirmed
I think someone is trying to tell me something!!!!