With this
our way through life is meant. For some life is like a race, although I cannot
see what their goal might be. Hopefully it is not being there first. We will
all reach the finish, sooner or later. For me, personally, it is like being on an endless ocean, in a boat. I want my boat nice, a big one, so that many
people can be there, I think it is colourful. :) I don’t follow a direction, or have a motor, instead I
have some sort of sail that will help lead us where the wind wants us to go.
There are so many different boats, some ugly on the inside, some awesome, some only with a single seat
(sounds dreary to me), some fast ones, some making big waves, some even
endangering or sinking other boats and their crews, and I have also seen several boats
sink and felt like sinking in my boat too, as there was a lot of water in it.
You
can guess that at different times and even simultaneously hubby and Amy were the
ones who helped getting all that water out of the boat again. At different
times, Amy and hubby have been captain of my ship, as much as they could,
because I think a boat might appear strong, as if it could withstand any storm,
but in reality boats can be pretty fragile and delicate, easy to break, and so easy
to be separated from other boats so that they are lost.
You might
wonder if I am completely nuts now, or if there is another reason behind my
writing about boats. There is. Granny is not good at the moment. I am
so completely worried about her, after rather minor surgery –which was not even
really cancer related – she had an allergic shock and has been comatose ever
since. The doctors have tried to wake her up, and physically she is healing,
but she has not woken up yet. I am talking about two weeks by now.
Granny’s
boat is not deserted at all, but it looks fragile and empty, and it is such a beautiful
boat. I love people who are open and friendly because they mean it, granny is
like that. I don’t know all the people that stayed on her boat, but those who I met
have always been positively impressed by her and those who come closer love her.
I want
granny’s boat to go slow, so that there is a lot of time for all of us
together. I want her to see Tilda, baby and our family grow up, have fun with
us, and the kids would love to have more time with granny who has always been
so awesome at steering her ship. Right now, my boat is definitely floating a
little more than I like to. I am so worried, sad that this silly thing happened
to her, and I am sorry to bother you with this but couldn't really stop myself.
We are
currently at the seaside, waiting for a call and could be back with her any
time. We have watched some ships, so that might explain a lot, and the metaphors made it easier to sort my
thoughts.
Anyways,
my Captain calls me to bed,
wishing you
all a wonderful week, hopefully with some good weather,
so that your boats go
where you want them to. :)
