I’m a firm believer in listening to the whispers.
It’s not complex.
There’s often a pattern to the things that happen, that we hear or notice, or somehow seem apparent.
They are often messages we can choose to hear or ignore.
Today I’m fondly remembering a friend, my first proper girl friend. I set up home with Tricia at 18 before I even left school. We had a bedsit. It was the downstairs living room of a terraced two-up, two down. The kitchen was shared with the couple upstairs, toilet outside in the yard and ‘slipper’ * baths at the swimming pool down the road.
Well I learned today that Tricia had died earlier this year.
I’d bumped into Tricia again in TK Maxx in Sheffield a few years ago. I’d met her daughters, exchanged stories and introduced her to Manjula over the past two years. I was so pleased we’d reconnected.
I’m sad and sorry to hear she’s gone but grateful for our wonderful times together and that we’d found each other again.
I’m sending positive warmness to her husband and daughters.
The loud whispers ? : people’s deaths, great conversations with the 97 year old and Manjula’s near death experience this year .
The message? : cherish what you have, make the most of it, keep connected to the precious people in your life, be good.
From the Peace Gardens, one of our places in Sheffield
* a Victorian swimming pool often had slipper baths alongside. Small bathrooms where you could go for your full wash. Instead of the tin bath in the living room on the fire hearth