We saw Collateral Beauty. The film whisked me back ten years to a hell of a week. Mum had been admitted to hospital in Aberdeen with a DVT. My son had his sixth birthday party. I hadn’t organised a thing for Halloween.
The morning after cobbled together trick or treating, Mum called from hospital and gently explained she had terminal cancer.
The world stopped as grief started.
Who I’d been until then died with her and (slowly, painfully) a new gratitude for life was born. Heather 2.0. An unwanted, bittersweet fresh start.
Read more about #52and40 here.
2015 has been the year for highly serendipitous experiences.
No sooner have I thought one thing then related things have happened, leading my thoughts to necessary places or confirming hunches that what I was thinking was right or wrong after all.
This last fortnight I’m hit repeatedly by thoughts of mismatched perspectives. Two people can experience the exact same thing and recount it in jarringly oppositional or wonderfully eye opening ways. Our eyes have different filters, our minds apply unique emotional processing, memories and logic.
Everyone has their truth – and their stories.
This post is the very last in the 52and39 series. The first post in the series is here. Thank you so much to everyone who has commented, shared and read these posts that have given 2015 such subtle but powerful writing purpose for me. Watch this space for my new blogging series for 2016.
Slainte, Heather xx