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  • THE JOURNEY IS OVER (JOURNAL 90)

    3 June, 2016

    If you were to read our journal entry for this day last year, you would read the following Today's instalment… [more]

  • JOURNAL 89

    22 May, 2016

    Hi sweetheart, Sometimes I experience periods of “What if…?”. These are times when my mind seems… [more]

  • JOURNAL 88

    17 May, 2016

    Hi Darling, Coming home from the hospital with a mechanical device fitted to my chest – a P.E.G. I think it… [more]

  • JOURNAL 87

    13 May, 2016

    JOURNAL 87 The doctor said I can go home this morning. The surgery has had the desired effect and this new means of… [more]

  • JOURNAL 86

    10 May, 2016

    JOURNAL 86 MOTHER’S DAY Hello sweetheart, I haven’t spoken to our children as to… [more]

  • JOURNAL 60

    8 December, 2015

    My Darling,

    Well the trip to Uluru was outstanding! Pete had done all the organizing and left no stone unturned –including that stone that we used to call Ayer’s Rock. We flew out of Sydney on Sunday lunchtime and got back on Tuesday night – a 3 hour flight each way. With the exception of the landing back in Sydney, a most enjoyable experience. I don’t know whether the pilot landed the aircraft or we were shot down!! ( Actually, given some recent events on the world stage involving aircraft crashes, that’s  a pretty insensitive comment. My apologies)

    I can’t be sure but I have a sneaking suspicion that this trip was more than a couple of days with Dad. And that’s probably a good thing. It would have given Peter a much better insight of the condition of the “old fella” and how he is managing. 

    I think Pete would now entertain the idea: “There’s no way Dad ought to be allowed out without supervision”

    I am so grateful that our children are such caring, generous people - qualities they learned while growing up in our home and with the mother they had.

    I have no hesitation in acknowledging that the home you made for us was the setting for them to become the children they are today. I have often said that, if things were stable at home, I could cope with just about anything outside that environment but, let there be strain or tension, and I could be blown over like a feather

    continue to struggle with the high’s and low’s of grief. The people who ought to know about such things are in agreement that such a struggle is very much in line with normality at this stage of the grieving process.

    Sometimes the things of God’s Kingdom seem so real and active. At other times I fear that those same things of God’s Kingdom may turn out to be without substance. No doubt that our arch enemy, the devil, plays mind games with us. The consistent nature of our battles would support that conclusion.

    I’d best away. The ironing and dusting await my attention!!

    But Until Then

    You Remain the love of My Life

    Mike

     

     

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