Skip these words, friends, as its just me being a little sad and instead listen to Sting below, because its a pretty song. My mum was 75 this year. I found myself turning to this song today as I hear her driving the pigeons away again. Its a war of attrition. Theyll win in the end and all her daily chores will become mine and the rooms will become empty and unbearable. I dont think I could stand to live here after that and will leave this place for only the 2nd time in my entire life. Its a terrifying thought. But sometimes you have to make the choice that carries you forward or you die yourself. Either inside or physically.
Posted on: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 12:08:07 +0000