Is it ok if I pop into this thread? I do read it and feel for you all in your sadness, but rarely feel I have anything useful to say. Librachick your post has reminded me of a poem I love, and one that could apply to mums and grans everywhere at times. I hope it is not out of place.
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice–
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.
The Journey
Mary Oliver
Unite the Kingdom and Pro Palestine marches Cup 16th May 2026


. My bro and I were at the house this afternoon painting, and after a couple of hours my bro went home to find our mum had fallen on the stairs and had been stuck there for the whole time he was out.
; well as you can imagine my heart was in my throat bec. you always tend to think the worse don't you.
then just some cleaning to do before the carpets are fitted.
xx
lol.
and
well it is Sunday
days I cope better than on my
but
, posted and then seen two more pages of posts, so sorry if I've missed commenting on something, need to read on after my shower now........