A brain-shake out of the blue
With a perplexed look on her rather longish face, my little seven-year-old elder granddaughter posed a seemingly simple question the other day, “Grandpa, how many days has a week-end?” “Two days, Saturday and Sunday, don’t you know that, dear?”, I responded in a loving but matter-of-fact tone. It was then that…
A devastating thought
Eating something nice, watching a good TV program, listening to a good old yesteryear song, these are simple things that I have enjoyed all along. But not anymore. Whenever I am engaged in one of these a feeling of guilt somehow creeps over me: “I am enjoying myself while the departed dear and near one cannot , not in this world of ours anymore.” It is a devastating thought that will hound, haunt and stalk me often for the rest of my days. ..
Watching the clock ticking away.
At long last things are adding up. It is certainly encouraging to see real concrete progress in so many sectors. Successful events here and there are rearing their heads not unlike mushrooms emerging out of the ground when the moisture and heat hit the right balance and join forces.But there is still a long way to go of course. And in the mean time everybody is watching the clock ticking away.