Blessings counted!

I had been quietly dreading Mothering Sunday. In the event it went remarkably well. Lots of flowers arrived and cards too.
Yesterday I was taken out to lunch and another set of visitors arrive tomorrow....so the gap is successfully filled.....
I can only be grateful for all this. People are very kind.
I suppose it’s inevitable that I occasionally look ahead to the day when I am no more but there is a trap I am trying very hard not to fall into...
This is the act of informing my loved ones of what should happen on my death.
I can remember that my granny spent a lot of time doing just that and I can see why but it’s still a set of conversations I am determined not to have.....yet!
My "Do not resuscitate letter " is lodged at the doctors and I am tempted occasionally to hand them out to my nearest and dearest. But I don’t think I’m there ........quite .....
I have occasionally done funerals for people who have planned every detail of their funerals...hymns, readings, music all written down and handed over to me by bemused relations.
One tape given to me to be played as people arrived in church contained a wonderful rendering of "You canna push your granny off a bus." We played it.
I am not yet going down that route. I am only eighty after all!
But the contacts over the weekend have made me very aware of my age .
I am also aware of how very fortunate I am...counting my blessings has taken up quite a lot of time so there are many of them.
Thank you God.




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