WHEN TROUBLES COME...

This was never meant to be a personal blog. I think that sort of thing is best reserved for friends and family. But I have been touched by the messages of support from people I don't know but who have left kind thoughts about my father. I also found out today that members of my family who I haven't seen for ages read it so I'm just posting a personal thank-you to all. My dad is still in hospital and we're coping on a day-to-day basis. I hope he will rally round. I just don't know.
The point is I suppose that we spend most of our lives denying the fact of our ( and others) mortality but it is just something that has to be faced. Found out also today that a young cousin of mine has just died and that my late mother's sister, who I have always regarded as a "second mum" is now in a care home in the West of Ireland with Alzheimer's. Have spent most of the evening in tears. Not for me but for the fact that life is often very difficult for those whose loved ones are ill and in trouble.
As Shakespeare said, when troubles come they come not in single spies but in battalions.........but in times of difficulty I suppose we also find out who our true friends are. I think these things help us through the bad times. They also make us appreciate the good times - which in an effort to be optimistic I hope will one day soon return.
Whatever our political differences, whatever our arguments, let's hope we all share a common humanity which makes us look out for each other. My dad would say that's what socialism is all about.......