I know it’s early in the day for a post, but I’m beginning to think that someone somewhere has got it in for my clan. First, I get struck down by motor neurone disease at the most precious time of my life. Secondly, my cousin Timothy died absolutely without warning of a brain haemorrhage late last year. Thirdly, my auntie Margaret (mother to Timothy and sister to my mum) has this morning been admitted to hospital after suffering stroke-like symptoms thought initially to be transient ischemic attacks. It appeared that is not the case and she now has to undergo further tests over the next three or four days.
My mum is obviously worried about her sister. Just as I am extremely concerned for the welfare of my mum. A camel can carry a great number of straws, but I’m not sure how far off the last straw our camel is.
I thought it was good luck that was supposed to come in threes.
Although I am not qualified, I am trying to send Reiki to my mum and auntie Margaret in the hope that we are given no more straws to carry. If anyone else would like to do the same, pray, chant, dance naked around the coffee table or whatever it is that you do in situations like this, all help is greatly appreciated.
I hope to be back later with more news and it better be good.
We had a lovely garden at our house, and it was something the landlord had been keen that we look after. When I think of Neil’s auntie Margaret, that’s where I remember her; with her sister in the garden helping us to look after it and keep it beautiful.
Aunty Margaret was such an important part of his mother Lynne’s life. She was her older sister, who she had been close to and lived near all her life. Neil knew that Margaret was a great support to Lynne, a constant through all of life’s ups and downs. It made him feel even more frustrated to be stuck in a chair, unable to be of any physical, practical help or even to raise a comforting arm. – Louise (2013)