The Man With The Child In His eyes As my illness progress and it does unfortunately, I spend more time these trying to remember the past. This is such an awful illness as sometimes I sit and cry as I try to remember my children being born, the wonderful things Elaine and I have been through, what we have seen together, how much we have laughed and cried together, but sometimes to no avail. Such is this cruel illness that robs you of things that we all cherish more than anything, the happy memories we remember when we try to forget the bad ones. So many of my memories these days are from my much younger days, as a schoolboy, my teenage years (Aggrh LOLL) and so forth. It’s a strange thing, knowing you have grandchildren , you watch them all around you, they bring such happiness and laughter and yet all you can remember is doing the same thing yourself, many times, and feeling like it’s not that long ago. My family have long took the mickey out of me because all the grandchildren are proper “Granddad, Granddad, Granddad Kids” As the saying goes, If Nan says no, go and ask your granddad !!LOLL Maybe I have never grown up myself? Maybe I have never wanted to? Maybe now I don’t have a choice in the matter ? Either way, I am reminded of the Kate Bush Song “The man with the Child in his eyes” Maybe that’s me? If so? Is that so bad ? Count your blessings as they happen my friends, and please share Much love, Norrms and family Diagnosed aged 50 and STILL fighting it aged 57 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Posted on: Sun, 24 Aug 2014 09:29:43 +0000
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