Up The Farway Tree

Memories

I had a busy but good weekend. I caught up with my good friend Lucie on Friday - coffee and cookies of course :-) On Saturday I bit the bullet and booked a badminton court for me and Andrew - we were complete novices but we enjoyed it all the same. I used to play badminton a bit at school but I have forgotten all the rules for a game so we kind of made it up as we went along but if we keep it up I should probably look them up! The one thing I did notice was that I was not breathless at all - so different to how I remember it being when I played at school (although this time I didn't do that much running as we spent more time picking up the shuttle cock!) Hopefully we can make it a regular weekend thing and spookily we bumped into my friend Lucie and her husband playing on another court so we have plans for some doubles at some point :-)

We then headed home to mum and dads for the night so we could catch up with Corey and then on Sunday we all went to the garden fete. Thankfully the rain held off for most of the time although it was quite chilly! I bought a soft toy for Seb but he got bored after 2 minutes and went back to his favourite bunny. He likes to lie motionless with the bunny in his mouth - I guess it's a comfort thing and it is rather cute. He has been so clingy all day, following me about and watching me constantly - I have a feeling he somehow knows I am going on holiday. I am not aware of doing anything to make him think that and in fact I am really quite disorganised but he seems to have a sixth sense about these things.

On a final more serious note, tomorrow is Frances Ann's anniversary - 5 years. I find that so hard to believe. Although time is a great healer I still miss her just as much. Always around this time I find that memories start popping into my head even though I don't think I am consciously thinking about her. Most often these are amusing stories though and I always end up smiling. I do feel a little vulnerable at these times and I just wonder why I did get my transplant and why she didn't. I like to believe that life is bigger and more complex than we can begin to imagine and that somehow this is just how it is meant to be. I will always try to make the most of the chance I have been given and know that Frances Ann is proud of me for doing so. The funny stories and the vivid memories help me along this journey - if I could approach life with even half her sense of fun and mischief then I think I will be doing just fine :-)