It seems I am paralysed, which may seem like an insult, to people with physical disabilities.
My paralysis is, I think, in my mind.
I seem to have days where I can think, and can contemplate, a life to be lived.
But then come the dark days, when rising from the coccoon of my bed seems terrifying, and I cannot see the point in even trying to pretend I am functioning.
I am not sure whether I should blog about this. It would seem, somehow to be, almost obscene. Other people seem to gather their wits, and carry on with their lives.
I could offer no judgement or comment on other's grief path. I suspect we all have to follow our own path in the healing, of a loss by death.
We have had a birth in the family, which is to be celebrated, with much Joy.
Mum, Dad, and proud Big Brother. We welcome, little Hayden to our wider family.
A daytrip to a soothing beach was pleasant diversion today.
We sat, and listened to the soft swash of the waves, on the small serene bay. We watched young children delight in the sheer joy of being alive, with parents who doted upon them,
The feel of the sand, and the sun, and parents adoration, seemed so full of joy and happy memories in the making.
Ah to be wealthy, and able to afford Real Estate, in that small but beautiful community.
Dreams are free.
New life is always a joy, and this little boy will bring enormous love, I am sure.
Don McLean: And I Love You So.