M0nica
I look at my 18 year old grand daughter, A levels and school behind her, just flown in a plane for the first time and holidayed abroad without her parents Her whole hopeful adult life ahead of her, a rose bud just starting to bloom in the sun, and I want to cry.
I think most of us feel this way about our grandchildren and, in my case, a new great grandson. Helpless isn’t the word.
But life goes on in whatever way it wishes and there’s not much any of us can do about it.
I remember my late parents telling me of the worry, despair and helplessness people felt in WW11. As my dad used to say it’s all part of life’s rich pattern.