Glamorous, beautifully dressed and always full of life, zest. A gorgeous purple-hued tint in her hair. Pint sized beauty. Always chuckling, laughing. Teasing. Or giving advice. Sometimes unsought which got her into trouble.
Grandmother’s favourite. Her youngest child who went to England and whose enlarged photo hung in a prominent place in the Dining Room. There were pictures of everyone there but somehow Aunty Lorraine’s picture was a little larger. Continue reading
The house doctor was listing my options once the angiogram is done. I had already heard it from the Cardiologist and had time to think about it in the quiet of the ICU.
“Is it too late to start walking?” I asked when she finished. She moved her lips in a half smile. I suddenly felt foolish for asking the question with all the machines surrounding me. She relented. “Maybe in a few months. You have to recover first.” .
Oh! I knew that by now but my deeper question was … is too late to start walking .. EVER?! Continue reading
“If only” must be amongst the saddest words that are spoken – pre-fixing the regrets in our life. If only we had known, if only we had shown, if only we had done … the list goes on. For me “if only” is mostly about things left undone rather than the actions I have taken. Continue reading