Mother's day

Last Sunday was Mother's day. During the afternoon I was in the local hospital visiting a relative. She was in a ward with three other patients. One was a girl in her late teens. She was paralysed, unable to speak and unable to feed herself. Her mother was there with her. She was feeding her with a plastic spoon. Mother's Day is not about cards or gifts or being guilty about not treating the person who gave us life with the respect she deserves. It is about acknowledging our mothers and appreciating them, not just for one day but always.

Surprise

I guess I will never learn! I know I should not post without thinking about what I am trying to say but sometimes the thoughts just want to jump out on the page. I will begin by saying what I know about love could be written on the back of a postage stamp and still leave room for the combined works of Shakespeare. A great and wonderful aspect of love is the feeling it brings when one is with a loved one. I won't wate time trying to describe it. If you have felt it you know what I mean. The flip side is the emptyness of separation . The empty void is filled with concern, worry and even doubt. The days of being apart feel like weeks or months. As each day passes time seems to move in a slow almost still manner. Dreams turn to nightmares and the yearning for contact becomes overpowering.
Anyway time I went to bed. Good night.