We spent yesterday at my parents. My Dad is doing quite well with his hip, although he looks pale and weary and is still suffering the effects of having a general anaesthetic and coming off morphine. He can feel fairly bright, and then suddenly feel terrible again. He was very pleased to see us, as was my mum. My parents are always pleased to see us.
I was pondering on the way home last night how grateful I am for my parents. I am absolutely assured of their love for me, and that sort of knowledge gives you strength. Knowing that somewhere out there someone loves you fiercely, unconditionally, is a beautiful thing. I cannot imagine not knowing there are those people in my life. Of course this gives me moments of sheer terror at the idea of losing them – but there is no way I would ever want the bond between us to be anything than what it is.
Of course, this brings to mind someone else who loves me fiercely and unconditionally and even more – who will never be lost to me. Sometimes though, I wish, in a childlike way, that he had physical arms to wrap around me…
Today: 3-4/10, medium
Yesterday 3/10, medium