Hey Sarah ( Read more... )

-Thinking about my Mother's Father at the funeral of her Mother: My Nan ( Read more... )

Hey Liz ( Read more... )

I’ve noticed alot of people writing about their experiences of public transport and the kinds of thoughts they have about the people they encounter. I must say I agree with plenty of what is written. The infuriating fact that it never runs on time and often doesn’t run at all, the hodgepodge collection of people, often unsavoury types and a whole ( Read more... )

Hi Joanne ( Read more... )

I think I’m going to have to go ahead and declare a state of emergency, right now. I recently saw a documentary on Bio about a middle aged man who special orders animal blood from his local butcher, sits at a local park bench, fills a soft drink can with it and sips on away. Just watching this made me feel a little ill. The man went on to explain ( Read more... )

Hey Chris ( Read more... )

As I walk in the sun and notice the way the heat feels on my back I remember the day she walked us to the top of the largest hill where we lived and sat observing a strange man pottering around his yard. “He’s burying his wife” she joked, and she amazed me with her sense of humour. When I see a fly buzz around your head and settle on your clothes I ( Read more... )

At the risk of sounding patronising I want to say "thank you for sharing" But I definately in no way mean it that way I actualy do just appreciate you sharing those thoughts. It's interesting to read different peoples LJ's as some people 'journal' in the traditional sense such as this entry and others creative write alot.I think it's realy ( Read more... )

Although I never realy thought it would, the time came when she could no longer be alone in her house. Her sanctuary was now alive with friends, family and nurses. You left to be with her that week and when you retured home I noticed you had aged. Below your eyes you carried pillows of sadness and lines had formed around your mouth like deep ( Read more... )