Life throws curveballs. Some we manage to hit back and score at the same time. Others we have no hope of returning. Sometimes you don’t even want to be in the game and you let them wistle past your head.
This month my mum went into a nursing home. She would’nt be coming home ever. It was hard leaving her there even though the care was good. I had to return to France for an operation. Still recovering from anesthetic, the phone rang. Its the early morning call you know will change everything. Mum had passed away at 1.30am.
However you prepare for this finality, for my Mum and me this was shockingly quick. Cancer creeps slowly in some, then manifests into a terminal horror in less than a month.
Mum is now in a good place. The cancer scored this time but Mum was’nt even upto batting. I have my efficient coping accountant head on, going through the motions of dealing with paperwork. Its an unpleasant rush to meet deadlines when you really want to just sit and take it all in. Life has changed and for us its an extraordinary change from where we were just back in 2015.
Our new journey will start today. Its a different game with new balls.
The picture? A Paris street. 2018 will be a year of catching trains. Blogging will be erratic, but I hope to stay in touch.