yesterday was my birthday and I turned the mature age of 64, I find it hard to believe that I am now this age, what happened to the 30's, 40' and 50's seems that life has just whizzed by. I must not let that happen for the next 30 odd years I have left. I have so much to do, art, travel and live the best life that I can. I don't mind taking risk's, I would hate one day to find that life has passed me by and I haven't done all the things I want to do. How sad and tragic would that be. We get this gift of life and it is up to us to do what we want to do with it. In my blog on Anzac Day I wrote about my mother giving birth to my brother Raymond only to lose him in about 24 hours with my father on the other side of the world a soldier in the second world war. I was born when he came back from that war, I never asked my parents how they felt when I was born and so I can only surmise that I was eagerly awaited with some trepidation that the same thing could happen to me that happened to my brother. They must have been overjoyed that there was no problems and I always felt treasured. We live a lot of our lives thinking only of ourselves and do not appreciate what our parents had to go through, I really wish I had talked more to my parents (both gone now) about the past. As I lay in bed the night before my birthday and thought how nice it would be to given a dream to see the birth and my parents reactions. Following are a few favourite photo's of baby me with my parents, I am lucky to at least have these as I think photo's tell a story. Hope you can see the love that I see. Thank you Mum and Dad for giving me this wonderful life, making me always feel safe and cherished.
aren't old photo's wonderful, all worn and sometimes bent. the gentle patina of age and the wonderful backgrounds of another time that helps us to remember.