Back into it.

I have been a bit quiet since my last post, as you probably guessed the death of my mate knocked the stuffing out of me. One should never be suprised by lifes knocks but this one took me a little off guard. I have not even been able to write to her kids yet. I think part of me believes that if I don't write it down it is not true, the realistic part of me knows she is gone and is very sad about this.

This week is a bit tricky all round. Monday was the two year anniversary of my Dad's death and Thursday is Mum's birthday (and also the day Dad was buried), coupled with this Mum died five months before Dad. The good news is one boy got a home loan, the other one is flying with his life plans and our girl has got a driver' licence and a new car.(both of which she said would never happen), so life is very good.

Himself has a brand new car and I have just finished my last Uni assignment for the semester so can now knit without guilt!!

Life is pretty damn good really. I wonder at the people at work that whinge the whole time because life doesn't give them everything they want. I figure when I look at the list of what the kids have achieved so far life is heading in a pretty special direction.

The whole death of people you love stuff is a bit hard to take but it just convinces me that I need to enjoy every day because I don't know how many of them I have left.