Wednesday 3rd June, started as usual.Coffee by the fire, check emails, make porridge, and then print my words for Judith’s funeral
That was when it all went wrong, The wireless printer didn’t show on my laptop, the jar of flowers tipped over and spilt water everywhere, and I worried about my ability to be able to stand and say some words.
Off to the optometrist, a scheduled appointment for new distance glasses, new frames, and a document I need to have when I get my driving licence before my 75th birthday in July.
Lots of “ Look up, look down, then to the left, now to the right” Can you read the bottom line? NO, Can you read the top, second and third lines, NO, only the top 2. Try this, is it any better? Not much… Now I want to do ONE more test, this is after drops, a sort of tiny piece of paper waved over my eyes, so I had more drops, and more trying not to blink.How hard that is.
Now, I don’t want to worry you with anything else today,,,, but….
Well I believe in straight talking, is there something else wrong.. as this is after I was given the news I have the start of cataracts, in both eyes.
Well, the space?? Somewhere??? isn’t as good as it should be, maybe the beginning of really early glaucoma. I want to refer you to the Eye Clinic at Wanganui Hospital.More sophisticated equipment….. Hooray, There might be a wait, the usual few months, this isn’t urgent.If they decide you need something done, they laser a small hole??? Somewhere??? and seemingly this will work?? For all time? a short time?? I will wait and see, and try SOOOOO hard not to consult Dr Google!!! I was too stunned to ask more questions, but will do when I get the wonderful new glasses with superb frames next week.
Next, a visit to Dennis , Judith’s son, a few flowers, a card, some muffins for the freezer, a hug, some tears, and a smile.
Home, connect my laptop to Hugh’s printer and print the words.
Judith’s funeral service, a truly loving family event, lots of tears, some laughter, a slide show with photos of Judith, her family, her children, her Mum, sisters and brothers, and words from her sister Chrissy, her son Frank, her daughter Diana, and on behalf of her daughter Veronica who was not able to come, she is in hospital, and then others were invited to speak. Why did I worry so much, I didn’t need to look at my words at all,apart from a prompt at the end.By this time my eyes were full of tears, and I couldn’t read at all, even if I needed to.
“”The ship leaves the harbour and sails over the horizon, gone from our sight, but others on the distant shore shout “Here she comes”.”
True friends are precious and rare, and memories of our friendship will be with me always.”
Later, total strangers came and thanked me for my words. I guess that made our friendship so much more special, to know that others appreciated what I said.
Home in a light drizzle, the fire still glowing, and then that magical moment of sunset.
Looking to the west
looking to the East, above the house rooftop
Quotation of the day, from Stanley Horowitz
“ Winter is an etching, spring a watercolour,
summer an oil painting,
and autumn a mosaic of them all”
Greetings from Jean