Sunday, December 16

People you love.

It seems difficult to comprehend the tragedies of the world.
The tragedies in Conneticut make us aware it is very important to love our family, each and every day.
No matter if they peeve you, don't let that lie.

My Grandmother, bless her lovely, kind,  heart said "Never let the sun go down on your anger"
What wise advise that is.
If we should not make amends, who knows what may happen to a loved one, on a following day, or, indeed in the hours to come.

If we had not made our peace, and expressed our love, how would we feel, should a tragedy occur?

I look at this photo on my wall, of myself as a young, (ingnorant) innocent child, with trusting smile, and no knowledge of what direction my life would take.

My early flaxen blond hair, belied the mid brown it became on adulthood.
I was not fixated on hair colour, so did not care about such things.

In the Summer I had natural sun-induced blond streaks, which were not fashionable in those long ago days. I still did not care. I might add, those streaks are grey today, and I still do not care.

Once I married, and had my children, I was content to be 'haus brown'. After all, what did it matter?
In this photo of myself and son, he was about to have his first cold, and he was not feeling well- hence no smile, but he was usually a very smiley baby.

I love this particualr photo of Brett and Jo. It was as though a secret was being shared. I know the photographer was intrigued with my children and endeavoured to take many photos, mostly for his own use.

This is another very doubtful photo taken of myself as a young child. Wearing the same little georgette dress, as in the first photo. Apparently I did not eat very much, and remained very small for my age for quite some time.
Not true today!

In this photograph, I had almost had my third ring finger, left hand, severed by a car door, hence the apprehensive expression. The photo shoot had been booked prior to the finger incident! If you look  closely, the 'dressing' can be seen on my finger.
I think somehow, I was the idiot who 'let' this happen to me!

This next pic of Brett with 'Santa' is not a happy memory, and I swear, put Brett off bloody Santas forever!
.What a crass and insensitive 'Santa' he was, and I felt so sorry for my son.
Do your see the lecherous look on this 'Santa's face?' . The result was, we never went to any further 'Santa' meetings, and I love the movie Bad Santa!

Our life seems to have continuing bad news and prognosis for a short life, as opposed to a longr one, for my precious son.

I have no idea how I can deal with this process or this loss, but I know I will support my son, whatever his decision is,regarding treatment
-ie futile chemo- or not. His prognosis is dismal. My heart breaks, as every mother's would.
I will, however, support his decision what ever it may be. I hope to be by his side, as a loving supporting person in his journey.

So, I leave with Roger Waters and Eddie Vedder, 'Comfortably Numb'

Thank goodness for all the musicians, who say it all for us!


Mary said...

You are such a loving mother -


Marigold Jam said...

Being a mother is not easy is it? Life can be very cruel. Your son at least has the love of a mother to support him and that can never stop being true I know. My thoughts and prayers are with you both.

Anonymous said...

Your love and support is probably what your son values most above any treatment or medicine. I will be praying for you both. Incidentally, your Grandma's wisdom finds its roots in Ephesians 4:26 "In your anger do not sin": Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry,"

Thimbleanna said...

Oh Meggie -- I'm so sorry to hear about your son -- I know you are heartbroken. Your photos are lovely. Life is beautiful and cruel all at the same time, isn't it?

Cathi said...


I am so sorry your son and you are having to go through all this. You have been and will be in my thoughts.

Pauline said...

It seems we are none of us ever more than a step away from anguish. You and your son are lucky to have one another. We are, in the words of Ram Das, after all, only walking each other home. Walking with you, Meggie.

ancient one said...

I love Pauline's quote. My mom went home on the 16th.

Praying for you and Brett.. XX00

Angie said...

Oh Meggie, I too want to borrow what Pauline said...She said what is in my heart and mind so much better than I can. Holding you both close in my heart, my friend. (And Zane looks like a lovely, lively addition to your nest. :)

Kathy's Klothesline said...

It always seems bad news during the Christmas season is more devastating. I wish you peace in your heart as you travel this journey with your son. Holding you in my thoughts ......

Stomper Girl said...

So sorry to hear this sad news. Wishing you all strength. xx

Tanya said...

I'm so sorry to read that your son isn't well. Thinking of you.

Pam said...

Oh Meggie, I've just read this. I'm heartbroken for you. I hope things turn out better than you've been told.

Karen (formerly kcinnova) said...

Meg, I am so very sorry about your son. What a bittersweet Christmas this must have been for your family.

Anonymous said...

My dear friend, Meggie -- Such mixed emotions I had while reading your blog -- the old photos are darling and the stories that you told of each one, but then the sadness of the news about your son's prognosis. My heart goes out to you. Stay strong, hold on. From your friend in the USA.
xo xo xo

The Sagittarian said...

Dear Meggie, kia kaha to you and your family. I do hope you managed to have a memorable Christmas and New Year - for all the right reasons. This life isn't easy most of the time is it?
Thinking of you all, Amanda xx