Next week will mark 5 years since the passing of my mother Jean. She had died from bone cancer and over the last few years she was often in hospital as the bones in her beautiful body fractured and crumpled. On one visit to see her at the hospital I read aloud to her from a novel. She was 84 years old and after reading the first chapter she told me it was the first time anyone had ever read to her. Life is a series of extraordinary moments, we just have to see them.
Wow ..one of the most simple pleasures found before it was too late ..so happy she got to experience the joy ..happy anniversary to your deer mum Paul xxx
Hi G, I have sooo much to contribute/share about this, but I fear I should not as it would be a novel. I can relate relate relate. I’m a terrible insomniac also and find myself wandering often at 2am, sometimes 4am - on this 4am mornings I wonder if I should just stay up as often the first birds are coming out of their slumber - but I always feel awful when I do miss a whole nights sleep. Recently I’ve taken to doing something interesting but quiet at 2am - like disassembling a vintage camera lens, or polishing some copper. Lastly though, I have a favourite childhood book (aside from the Golden Books & Enid Blyton) - the book is called “Tail-up” by Sylvia Evans, written in 1942 (Mum’s book before mine) and narrated by the star of the book “Manna” who may or may not have been part kelpie. (You can find the book on Trove or nla.gov.au). Another loved childhood book is “Tinka and his Friends” by Brownie Downing & John Mansfield, which may or may not be culturally acceptable now. I still have both books. Thanks G for evoking some great memories. I will re-read both books tonight xx
Yeah it’s a major problem for a lot of us westerners I think ..the pharmaceutical companies must make a sqillion from our lack of shut eye ..thanks for the book suggestions really love Å recommendation and let me know if it trips you into easy sleep mode after reading them xxxx
Yep - I’m not into drugs for sleep - they seem to have a paradoxical affect for me. I’ll read my books tonight and wish for slumber. Tuesday nights are my worst 🤷♀️
After reading Paul’s message above, I also need to add, that when “How WEIRD is that” was published my Mum read it ever so perfectly to Georgie (our dog) and I while I sat on an old vinyl poof (?) with Georgie at my side and it was amazing! The day before Mum passed I got her to read it to me again at her bedside. I was recording it then noticed I hadn’t hit record 😥. The second attempt just didn’t capture the feels… but a wonderful memory nonetheless the less 🩷🩷
I am so touched your mum actually read this book out loud what a treat !
I forgot I’d penned one too ..have a new one on the ready from too many sleepless nights but if it generates something beautiful not all lost in the dark room of waiting
Next week will mark 5 years since the passing of my mother Jean. She had died from bone cancer and over the last few years she was often in hospital as the bones in her beautiful body fractured and crumpled. On one visit to see her at the hospital I read aloud to her from a novel. She was 84 years old and after reading the first chapter she told me it was the first time anyone had ever read to her. Life is a series of extraordinary moments, we just have to see them.
Wow ..one of the most simple pleasures found before it was too late ..so happy she got to experience the joy ..happy anniversary to your deer mum Paul xxx
Hi G, I have sooo much to contribute/share about this, but I fear I should not as it would be a novel. I can relate relate relate. I’m a terrible insomniac also and find myself wandering often at 2am, sometimes 4am - on this 4am mornings I wonder if I should just stay up as often the first birds are coming out of their slumber - but I always feel awful when I do miss a whole nights sleep. Recently I’ve taken to doing something interesting but quiet at 2am - like disassembling a vintage camera lens, or polishing some copper. Lastly though, I have a favourite childhood book (aside from the Golden Books & Enid Blyton) - the book is called “Tail-up” by Sylvia Evans, written in 1942 (Mum’s book before mine) and narrated by the star of the book “Manna” who may or may not have been part kelpie. (You can find the book on Trove or nla.gov.au). Another loved childhood book is “Tinka and his Friends” by Brownie Downing & John Mansfield, which may or may not be culturally acceptable now. I still have both books. Thanks G for evoking some great memories. I will re-read both books tonight xx
Yeah it’s a major problem for a lot of us westerners I think ..the pharmaceutical companies must make a sqillion from our lack of shut eye ..thanks for the book suggestions really love Å recommendation and let me know if it trips you into easy sleep mode after reading them xxxx
Yep - I’m not into drugs for sleep - they seem to have a paradoxical affect for me. I’ll read my books tonight and wish for slumber. Tuesday nights are my worst 🤷♀️
After reading Paul’s message above, I also need to add, that when “How WEIRD is that” was published my Mum read it ever so perfectly to Georgie (our dog) and I while I sat on an old vinyl poof (?) with Georgie at my side and it was amazing! The day before Mum passed I got her to read it to me again at her bedside. I was recording it then noticed I hadn’t hit record 😥. The second attempt just didn’t capture the feels… but a wonderful memory nonetheless the less 🩷🩷
I am so touched your mum actually read this book out loud what a treat !
I forgot I’d penned one too ..have a new one on the ready from too many sleepless nights but if it generates something beautiful not all lost in the dark room of waiting
What a great way to fill in those sleepless nights - I can’t wait to read it x
Thanks love ..just need an illustrator and we will be finding air
Woo hoo!!