I am lucky to have two beautiful soul sisters who see things
for me. If I need to know what something looks like on line, I copy the link
and send it to them. Bless them, they are so kind and write back telling me
what something looks like. I love them. Terry and Sheila, bless you both.
I saw something a while back which said something like why
is it those you love the most are far away from you? That is the case for me my
closest friends and family live a long way from here. Canada, America, the
South and North of England and of course my lovely Blogget and dearest friend
in South Africa.
Wouldn’t it be great if all the people we love we could
scoop them up and all live together in a village? How happy would we all be then?
Jack, a Blogget was asking about the stalker from Australia I
had some months ago. Well Jack thank God he’s gone for now no doubt he will be
back. But my Solicitor is keeping my files open at no charge thankfully as I know
her well. She is a friend. It isn’t his fault; I know him well and he is just
crazing all the time for attention. It’s
sad really for him.
Our Boy Wonders Girlfriend Shamrock has a new job. Bless her
she is really tired as there is not much to do so, she is bored, it’s so quiet
compared to where she used to work and she has more responsibility. But she
doesn’t do that many hours. She came around earlier, it was nice to catch up
with her.
We are out again this week with our friends. Just the four
of us this week. Looking forward to it. And hoping to meet up with my brother
in law and sister in law soon. Again, we don’t see enough of each other. Same with
my brother and family. I really hope our Son has lots of children. I spent most
of his life saying only two sons… but now I hope for three at least. I long for
family get togethers around the table. Hub will make the best Grandfather,
though he says he will totally spoil them.
Sitting here just before I close the house for the night,
there is a chill in the air. We have had rain all day and next week it’s
forecast to be so lovely, hotter than parts of Spain. Bring it on. We may go to
the beach if the sun has it’s hat on for this weekend.
I dream of living near the beach. It’s my wish to smell the
sea air. Hear the waves clashing against the rocks as I sit on my balcony sipping
morning tea! A beautiful guest room for my friends to come and stay and family
too.
Our Son says he is moving out next year. Not sure where he
is going to live, but it won’t be my home town of Newcastle as he says where we
live now is his home. I used to wonder would he go back home. I also wondered
if we would, but now I doubt it. Unless we win the Lottery and then we will buy
that sea house next to the wonderful beaches in Northumberland.
I do miss where we used to live. It will always be my home. What
makes a place our home? Is it where we grew up? Is it where our parents last
lived or where we made our own hommes with our children? Or, is it just where
we feel at one, at peace?
I just read.
Home is a place you
grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.
Isn’t that so true?
Home is where our feet may leave but our heart remains
there. I love these quotes.
“A house is made from bricks and beams; a home is made from
hopes and dreams.””
“Home is a shelter from storms. But you know, not everyone
feels that way about home. If you are one of those people, then I hope you can
make your own home one day and it will be as perfect as these quotes.
Your very own home is what you make of it. “Life takes you
unexpected places. Love brings you home.””
“I left the light on in my heart in case you ever want to
come home””
Family, like branches on a tree. We all go in different
directions, but our roots remain as one.
I wish I could see pictures of my family on places like facebook.
My software speaks only words. So, every word I type or words that are written.
So, it doesn’t tell me of pictures or pics of texts. I wish I could see what my
family looks like. I feel so distant from life sometimes. My Husband asked me a
question last night that I didn’t hesitate to give him the answer, though
afterwards felt a little bad. He asked. Why do you like people taking
photographs of us all and why do you like doing videos of us? My answer was
simple. One day I dream to see. If dreams come true, I will sit going through
all photographs and videos. And if I am never able to see, then our Grand
children and our Son will be able to look back at photographs of his old Mum
and Dad…
It’s been so long since I saw the faces of my parents. They died
21 years ago and since then I have been blind so, can’t even look at their
photographs to remind me what they look like. About five years ago, their faces
started to fade in my minds eye. It broke my heart. Since my Son was one year
old, I have never known what he looks like. Again, it kills me that.
One day please soon, let there be a cure for blindness. We with
RP, get told there is treatment on the way, but when? Not just for me, but my
Sons children, God forbid if they are given RP too, I pray not. I don’t think
anyone in my biological family have been cursed with RP. I am the only one but
that doesn’t sadly mean that I will be the last one. As I always say, they can
send a man to space but not cure those with diseases on earth. Something is
very wrong.
Blindness isn’t just where we can’t see. But we can get very
depressed. Leading to not being able to sleep. Leading to being very tired
during the day combining no sleep with depression can also cause obesity. Some may
turn to drinking too much. If you don’t eat well no sleep and more, that can
cause loads of medical issues. And the list goes on. It’s not just, and I say
just very loosely, blindness. And when you have RP, it’s the fear of the thought
of going blind. How will that effect your life? I have friends who have RP who
had great sight didn’t even know they had RP they even drove until a few years
ago. But they were the lucky ones. They didn’t’ have to go to boarding school. They
did have chance to drive and even see their children grow up.
But we are lucky too, as there are a lot of people much
worse off than us. People getting tortured. I feel I did as a child, but there
were many good days mixed in with the bad some people never know what it’s like
to have a good day. We as people who are blind do laugh. And can do so much. But
there are a lot of people who have poor sight who have forgotten how to laugh. I
just hope your happy days come back soon. Right now, they may feel a thousand
miles away, but your day will come again. Just you wait and let me know when
that day comes.
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