When days turn into nights and nights turn into days
When moments become shorter than nano seconds
And hours rush by like minutes
Those days of hectic activity when one merges into the next
Are truly the best.

These past few days have been a whirl and a blur of activity but every night I crash into bed tired and happy. Tired because I’ve worked physically and happy because I have something to work for. And if you have a family to work for you should consider yourself even more blessed.

This week a centenarian aunt of my husband is in the ICU after a bad fall in the bathroom. For most old people this is the beginning of the end. But this lady is holding on by a mere thread, moving in and out of consciousness waiting for her daughter to return from her visit to the States. I think the old lady is truly blessed that her daughter who has dedicated her life to looking after her mother still thinks it is worth her while to come back ( after leaving her only a week earlier) to be with her while she breathes her last. I personally know of people who don’t bother about their parents especially when they are old and dying because dying is inevitable while living is more important……….I wonder if they will have people crying when they die or saying ” well she had to go some day!”