The writer in us all

Today I bought some software to start writing a book. Whilst I have no illusions of ever publishing one it is something the Christian Brother’s instilled in me - we had to hand in an essay each week and got whipped for each spelling mistake.

I also hooked up this month with some long last friends from school via Facebook - gotta love new technology that works! Kojak you beauty for a man with no hair you followed in daddy’s footsteps and have retired before the age of 40.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself - DH Lawrence

 The problem with us as people is that we focus on the future. The future is what makes us greedy and want more. Having said that without the future we would not have achieved the great things we have as people. Does it make us happy though – not always. We lost a good friend this week after a battle with cancer. Did she ever feel sorry for herself- I think not and what counted was we were at her side to the very end. We console ourselves by saying that the pain of loss we feel will too pass. For our friend the suffering is gone and the only suffering is that which we feel at the loss of the good friend. The Irish have it right – get drunk and remember the good times we had together. Heidi you will always be remembered and you were a loyal and true friend. Thank you for the time you gave us.