Afternoon Lovelies,
I really want to share this with you. I have just come home
after the funeral and feel really ashamed of myself. I sat and
listened to Kate's life. She became ill in 2002 with Crones
disease, married in 2003, her husband was killed in 2005,
and 6 weeks later her beloved dog was killed, 6 weeks after
that she had a stroke. In 2006 she moved to the West of
England. She bought a small house, a little dog as companion
and became a really valued member of community, joining
the WI and editing news letters etc, she became ill again in
May this year and when she was told her leg had to be
amputated she replied, at least I don’t have to paint my
nails anymore! She became ill again in July and never recovered,
ending up in intensive care on a life support machine. She died
ten days ago, 2 days after her 41st birthday!
In all that time she laughed, helped others, and never said she
couldn't do something. Wherever she now is someone will be
chairing a meeting with her uncontrollable laughter in the back row.
And I complain, because.................................................................
why?
I struggle to shed the weight, my car doesn't work, I don’t like my
job, I hate housework etc etc etc etc.
Well next time I think why me I'll take a 'Kate' pill and laugh.
Sorry to use you all as sounding board, but it just made me realise
how lucky I am and how lucky most of my friends and acquaintances
are.
