8th March 2025
It was a day out with the family, a trip to Stourhead, somewhere I hadn’t been for ages.
It was a wonderful moment when my Grandson, George came running towards me with his arms open, a big smile on his face. It warmed my heart, his joy was my joy, but our meanings were totally different.
I have four grandchildren, each one is different, but I’m sure within themselves they will have a spark that will illuminate and bind them together.
Amilie is the eldest, she has beauty in her heart and soul. She is a beacon to which many have been drawn for support and kindness. There are no airs and graces, just warmth and happiness, she is a jewel.
Marlo has emerged from a shell of shyness into a picture of ambition and youth.
He used to cower behind a lock of hair hiding his face, which I recognised, because I used to do the same thing. He was meticulous, building models precisely to the instructions supplied.
I’m sure he still has doubts, but that is what will drive him on, I have testament to that.
Ethan, is complex, he has a vocabulary that shocks me, not in a bad way, he just replies to a question with an answer that you don’t expect. He absorbs subjects like a sponge, what he doesn’t know about the Titanic is not worth knowing. When I was reading him a bedtime story from Harry Potter, and stumbling over some of the character’s names, he calmly corrected my pronunciation.
And then there is George, a happy cheeky boy with a smile that melts your heart. His character is still developing, he is still capturing every detail of what’s going on around him. Every time I see him, he has a different costume on. One day it might be a super hero, the next, a cowboy.
I believe, one day he might be become an actor, or a transvestite.
It makes me content that, although the world is in constant turmoil, we have those who might help make it a better place.
Another Lifetime to go 