I went visiting today to Bellingen. The day went strangely flat in the difficulties of human relations and tonight I am doubled up with sadnesses.
The redeeming feature for me is the Little One and me finding a wee bridge and creek just over the way through the Soccer Ovals.
All the seeming happy paths we took. They didn’t work although I will not write of the reasons why – not here in public. In addition my Southern Children are not coming and nor have they given me time to go down there. And I am deeply sad.
But the Little Girl and I – well – we found a hidden and secret place of our own. And we carved our names in the ugly concrete path.
And I shall stop trying again. I shall simply stop trying.
This week had such happy years for us in the past. Izzy and Jaybees’ birthdays and then Clarzie all in one week. Now Iz is gone and Jaybee cant be here.
And me – the sadness comes again.