OT. Life really does go to fast!!.

Well I haven't worked for 11 weeks now and I'm climbing the walls, 7 of those weeks were in hospital. The last 2 weeks I have finally felt comfortable behind the wheel for trips no longer than 20 mins.

I have a 3 year old that breaks down and cries at day care cause I don't play with her anymore. It's not that I don't want to but that I cant physically do it ATM.

Sorry to sound down but it been a long week. I have had all sorts of thoughts going through my head for weeks now.
I think I need a break and need to go back to work LOL or somehow get to Warraweena

Cheers Kev

Hi Axle

Grief can be a very long term process and may well hit us a long time after the event. Remembering the good times is good but, of course, there were bad times too - there are in every human relationship, and we need to balance all those out. We have a tendency to beat up on ourselves when we look back and, I suspect, we're often far too hard on ourselves - no of us is perfect.

Mike Harding

Axle, If you didn't look back and remember all the good times whilst you were growing up, I'd recon that you didn't have a great childhood. Just make sure that you can pass those same memories that you now so fondly recall to you children so they will remember you with that same affection.

Axle

It's the wet weather blues.

Sit by the fire, read a good book and sip on some neat Scotch. That'll cheer ya up.

No, judging by your posts you're not nuttier than most on this forum.................................hahahahahaha

Cheers

I've started fixating on the fact each day is closer to the end. I don't like it one bit but I can't stop.

I want to go back to my early 20's. Not to have more time but to have the sense of adventure and free spirit. Being a grown up is not good. I fact I hate it.

Worst part of it is my life is great. I can't complain one bit.

Axle,

I don't remember his exact words but Alan Jones said it quite well when he finished up with Channel 9. "Don't be sad it's over, be happy it happened" or words to that effect.

ps No, I'm not a fan of Jones' .

Well... I feel sad too.

My Dad died yesterday. He was 83. Mum woke to find him.

The family gathered in Melbourne to sort things out. A sad day.

Today we started the work of finding Mum a place nearer to us in Gippsland. Yep it's wet and cold here too!

Mum has MS and can't look after herself much longer. She was caring for Dad for the last few months even though he had been her carer for years.

To make things a bit more poignant... it was there 55th wedding anniversary.

While we were all together, we joked and laughed as though Dad was still there. He kinda is.. it just seemed like he was maybe in the other room.

Daughter is pretty upset. She visited and he caught her cough/cold....became pneumonia. It happens.

"Nutty" helps at times like this.

I'll say a few words at the funeral on Tuesday.. being the oldest son. Not looking forward to it.

Enjoy life.... the next bit is hard to plan.

Cheers Royce

Yes, its always tough when you lose a loved one or are just having a hard time coming to grips sometimes with your lot in life. I often think I am lucky,I am 63, my mum passed away peacefully & without suffering ( to me thats important) about 14 yrs ago, Dad is still living at 93 in his own house, with minium care from family & still has his wits about him & a good degree of quilty life which is also important.
And then I think of one of my son inlaws who lost both parents when he was quite young.They never got to see him grow into the great young man he is, or the grandchildren he has produced that will carry on his & his Dads family name. So I count my blessings, because I have been able to do what he & many others were not able to.
Nothing wrong or nutty with thinking back at both the sad & the good times, I often think that our minds are a great "photo album" and I often take the opportunity to sort of turn the pages. Try it, you will be surprised how often you have a quite smile to yourself, or better still share the memory with a friend or loved one.