a life well lived

Friday, April 18, 2014

R & R

We heard from the father of the bride last night.  Peter spoke a few words with me before asking to be handed over to Elsa.  He said what I had heard in his voice - he was exhausted, depleted.  Could he come over and unwind and camp on the den sofa?  Of course!

Many years ago, my mother, who was ill, came to live with us.  Pete and I worried about how the children would handle it.  I can still see Ian, who was about six, looking up at us and telling us that a visit would be good for Gran because "This is a house to get better in."    So is Squirrel Haven.

 Love to you all - Gramster

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