Time is Precious

It's funny how time seems to pass so quickly that you don't notice.  Sometimes things that you wanted to do pass you by and you can't do them any more.

When I was in my twenties, I worked with a rather remarkable little woman.  She was about my mother's age and life had not treated her kindly. Angela had emigrated from Germany when she was not much younger than I was, following the death of her parents. She had a light but noticable German accent and similar to me, she had a difficult marriage to a very difficult man. They had two children together, a son and a daughter, who were both around my age.  When her youngest was still in a stroller, she was struck in the street by a car while crossing the street with him.  Thankfully the stroller was thrown clear, but she suffered (like me) through multiple surgeries and ended up with a quite noticable limp as one of her legs ended up being over an inch shorter than the other. And while she was going through this, her husband disappeared to whereabouts unknown, leaving her with two children to support, and very little income to do it on.

I'll Love You Forever

Over each of my children's beds is the quote from Robert Munsch's most popular book:

"I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living, My baby you'll be."