Memories of Bluebells Part 2

We live in a strange world where some children are chauffer - driven to school each day, others are sent from home in their designer uniforms to live in and be educated at expensive boarding schools.

At the other end of the spectrum we have children who who will never have a chance to go to school. They are too busy begging on the streets of cities for a few pennies which wil allow them to eat. Even worse in parts of Africa l saw a childd on t.v. being asked wen she had last eaten a meal.She couldn´t remember. The t.v. reporter, asked, gently, if she could not remember when, then could she remember what the last thing she´d eaten was.?

She answered. ¨¨It was a potato.¨¨

l felt stabbed to the heart to hear that answer from a little girl who looked about 6 years old.

Both the rich and poor scenarios are the extremes of our world today. Thankfully for millions of families, myself included, we fall into a category somewhere in between these two extremes.

My own childhood was thankfully one were there was love, a comfortable home and always plenty to eat. (See Memories of Bluebells)

But as l expressed in Memories of Bluebells (no.1)

The rain came,

and with the rain

came the pain.

And nothing was ever

the same again

Not for my dad, my brother and me.

Damn!!! The grim reaper

was how l ended that hub.

After shock and mourning , my dad was a ´rock´for my brother and me. Always reminding us that ´Life goes on¨...........

Yes, life does go on and all of us have our highs and lows, good times and bad.

l grew up , had 2 children of my own, now have 6 grandchildren and now two great- grandsons..

 When l looked down at this beautiful baby-  something flashed through my mind..............40 years ago, the birth of my son....love at 1st sight.....he took my breath away......20 years later,l see my son with a huge grin on his face as his daughter has just been born.

(What is it about men, that they always seem to have a look on their face that says.´¨l´ve just produced the 1st little boy/girl in the world.....ever!)

22 years later l am looking at my sons´baby girl, now a full grown woman, whos just suffered a 72 hour labour and some complications with the baby for the 1st week.

Now l can see her hold him no longer in the special care unit, no more tubes taking milk, looking healthy.

My mum came into my mind, .We lost her far too soon. If she was alive now she´d be 82years old. Not so old these days. She could be here looking at her great-great grandson.Then a wonderful feeling hit me.!!!!!! Part of my mum is in this tiny baby.    The blood line,  the family genes,  somepart of mum is here in little Oliver,.

So my dad, bless him was right.   ¨¨  Life goes on´´´¨He said

                              Life goes on