Life is not fair. The skies are not always cloud free. There is no 'free' lunch. There are falls along the path of life. There is loss and pain in life. BUT...
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL. Beats the alternative by a long shot.
Walking yesterday, I was in a most reflective mood, and the mood continued as I walked, sat, walked and sat. Right good think on MOI had.
Brick by brick, MOI is rebuilding his 'house', been a few complete re-models in me day, but this one has to last longer than the hip replacement...
There is a lot to be said for allowing a good mate throw buckets of truth at. Takes even more to know that much of what is said is done in kindness and not meanness. Always knew in me heart of hearts that such a good mate was to be found in Alan. There be some who would think that Alan and the old geezer are like chalk and cheese, the ones who feel that do not really know either of us. Completely different, to be sure, but good hearts...
Given all of the drama of last year, MOI had learned to play the role of broken down old man well. Right, so the hearing is shot and the leg a bit lame, but that did not mean that the grave was upon. There have been a few times when it might well have been welcomed, but that seems to have gone. What is left is a renewed interest in the 'land of the living'. MOI wants very much to continue to hear the stories round and enjoy being an active part of life, even if it is limited a bit.
How do you place a value on the gift of friendship received? A friendship that has not always been equal?
There have been three people who has witnessed the rise and fall of me fortunes. Three good mates who never turned back on. Always were there when a shoulder was required to cry on. Some longer than others but in the end each took the old geezer to bosom and held close throughout good times and bad. Each hoped that MOI would 'pull it together', buck up and carry on.
Rather think I have been extraordinarily lucky...
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