suenix

This is the year I turn fifty.

First , this is enough to knock you on your ass in itself.
But , you see, this is the very year that my dad was in when he died.

I was on my first trip abroad, with my husband and his family, when I got the call.
Because he had been divorced from my mother for for seven years, and married twice since, I didn't go to the funeral. This caused no end of bitterness from his side of the family , but my mother and siblings understood. My dad and I were actually on pretty good terms the last time we spoke. That was pretty much all I could ask for, at that time.

But he realization that this is THE YEAR has made me much more thoughtful that usual.
I have become a bit more paranoid when driving. I think that I might be a little more than pissed off if I were to actually die this year. Okay , there is a little sarcasm employed here, but I can't help but dwell now and then.

I want it to be a catalyst for more achievement in my life. I want to put the artistic bent I was born with to much greater use. I read and see the amazing things posted here and I am a bit ashamed to have wasted so much time.

Ah well, too much to think about all at once.......

Suenix