The Day My World Changed

Early morning, muster call
Feet pit patting along the hall.
Lieing in bed with tubes around
Silently sleeping
Not the slightest of sound.
I wipe away a tear
You didn't want to leave
You knew how desperately hard
We would grieve.
For how can the world
Continue to move
When we have lost our love.
She was all a mother should be
And more and more
Our hearts are breaking
We are broken to the core.

It's Hard

My mum has been taken ill this last week.

To cut along story short, she's in hdu and is critically ill.

This is a hard fact to deal with without the added complications of family.

I feel ill.  Gut wrenchingly ill with the worry, fear, anger, frustration.

This is a dreadful situation to be in and I am praying with every ounce of my soul for a positive outcome.

Loss

This week the world has experienced such losses.

The Paris massacre which took place on Friday evening was too shocking for words. The utter devastation carried out in the name of what? Senseless killing by terrorists. This massacre has taught me the true meaning of terrorism and terrorists..... terror.

A little more close to home I was a sad witness to the death of a horse on our yard. N and her horse Boady hadn't been with us for long but they settled in quickly and fitted in so well.

Colic is a dreadful thing for horses and ultimately that's what killed the poor boy. Twisted gut.... there was no choice. He was 16 with arthritis and so surgery wasn't an option.

Last night I lost my dwarf hamster Ragnar Lothbruk. I was cleaning out his house and unbeknown to me he fell into the dishwater and drowned.

Death is always sad. Loss is hard to come to terms with.

My thoughts and prayers are with souls who have suffered such losses.