Newspapers and numerous pundits ponderously pontificate on the future and the past. And I suppose we all review what we have done, what was not done, and what might happen next. I do a lot of this sort of musing, not that it leads, as yet, to any conclusions, resolutions or decisions. Just a lot of pondering. Where will I be, what will I do, and how might the future work out? None of us knows for sure.
My middle child, my second daughter, and her children are moving. For them it is a good move, the right thing, better for her and the children: better to remove from the difficult situation and a bad relationship, better for her work. She, and they, will do well, and I applaud her fortitude, her ability
to make such decisions and to set about making a better life for herself, her career, and for her children.
Yet I feel bereft. I will see much less of them and they are the ones I have been closest to. Much thought will be needed about my own future. I have felt very alone - indeed, I am alone - isolated and irrelevant to much of the family, and cheerfulness and fortitude evade me. It is all a struggle. I hope I can come to a more resolute, cheerful and optimistic frame of mind.
In the meantime and for the future, I wish all and sundry, those near and far, those of you I know only through the ether, a happy New Year, and may you all feel the sunlight on your back.