Back then I thought I'd be staying in Peterborough, Ontario to the end of my days; but circumstances changed and we moved to Nova Scotia.
Hindsight is always 20/20 and I know if I'd stayed in Peterborough I'd now be better off financially, but I offset that with the knowledge that my life in Nova Scotia has been rich in so many other ways.
I love this little province. Ten months of the year I can go to a beach and have the place to myself.
My joys in life are centred on walks with my dogs, gardening, exploring, singing in various choirs and hanging with friends from here and away.
... oh I forgot to mention occasionally kayaking and camping.
Because of my lack of pictures inside my head and hence real memories, I'm so glad I have photos to help me "remember".
|Roswell and Butters are gone but I cannot recall how long ago they died. |
They are pretty much gone from my mind.
I know it's been almost a year since sweet old Wendy died. I know I loved her but I cannot see her in my mind nor recall her touch.
I am learning to accept that I love them while they are here in the here and now, and after that it all gets rather vague.
So I will continue to make the most of each day and continue to find joy in the little things.