Putting the world to rights and the things that bring back a memory.....

So yesterday we ran again. It was in my horse field. It was fun and we both climbed over the gate to get in there. We felt like secret agents as we mounted those iron bars. Leanne as usual, sprinted ahead of me* and I made the mistake of not wearing 2 bras so there was a bit of holding on of the chest area as I huffed and puffed up and down. I am going alone tomorrow! Get me!

 

The best bit of the run was dropping Leanne off later and basically doing what we do best............putting the world to rights. You name it, we talked about it...........kids, homes, lives etc and there would have been a few ears burning.  We make each other laugh, which let's be honest, is what most of us need in our lives isn't it?

I have many friends and a few very close friends and a couple of friends that I can say anything at all to and they can do the same to me. It's all about supporting each other. I can say hand on my heart that I really do love  them and I know they know who they are and I am not one that bandies my love around,  so , girlies, if you're reading this.............a big mwah. x

And today? Well no running but tackling my post summer clear out of all the crap I have accumulated through the last few months. I have been ruthless.

I have found things that have made me smile -

and a few others from my days as a young Mum. I wont be posting them here as there are some horrors - hair and clothes!

But the downside to having a good poke around shut boxes and closed drawers is the things you find that aren't happy memories.

I found a whole bundle of stuff from when my Dad died. The bill for the funeral, his cremation certificate and the many letters from the solicitor that was dealing with things. Reading them, well it took me back to that time 5 years  when my life changed in the blink of an eye. I have wrapped them up again with a little kiss and put them away safely until the next time I decide to de-clutter.

Also from that time , I found a poem from a funeral that Debbie attended and she thought I would appreciate. I would have loved to have used it for Dad's service but he was a Catholic from Northumberland so there was none of this arty farty malarkey - bible readings only for Dad.

I think the words are beautiful and it makes me sniffle a bit every time I read it and here it is -

Gone from my sight - Henry Von Dyke

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says : 'There,  she is gone!' 'Gone where?'

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me , not in her. And just  at the moment when someone at my side says : 'There, she is gone!' There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: 'Here she comes!'

And that is dying.

Perfect and simple and words that I could only dream of writing.

So, if I have a fatal running accident tomorrow or my self diagnosis and hypochondria are proved correct and i'm not long for this world...........please could someone out there make sure that this is read out when they burn me?

Simon Cowell would be fab but failing that , then Paul Hollywood please.

Thanks.

* madam Leanne , whilst whizzing down the field  away from me yesterday , tossed into the conversation that she 'used to run for county you know'.