|Posted by NanaMacsPlace on October 21, 2013 at 5:55 AM|
What does October 21 mean to you? It is a significant date for me and here's why.
In 1976 on October 21 I gave birth to a beautiful, healthy baby girl. I was on top of the world. I was living my dream. I had the hubby, our own home and now a child to complete the picture. 3 months later we were shattered when our darling daughter became a victim of cot death.
Every year on October 21 we indulge ourselves, doing whatever we damn well choose. For me, it's usually reading and/or writing. Hubby likes to potter about outside or sit in the sun with either a book or a jigsaw.
Not once did I ever say "why me?" even though I was sorely tempted. The reason I never said it was the people who do say it drive me to bloody distraction. I find myself wanting to say to them "why not you?". We're all part of the human race and if I've learned anything at all it is that shit happens!! None of us are exempt. Some days you're the statue and some days, the pigeon. You just have to pick yourself up, dust yourself off and carry on.
Life is for living and that's what hubby & I try to do every day. Both of us have lost our parents. He has lost a sibling and my dear sister lost her beautiful home in the 2011 earthquake. Statue days for sure.
I am an avid reader of horror/thrillers. I love movies of those genre too and I've noticed something. Invariably, the baddie was abused as a child or showed violent tendencies which later, of course, made him/her into a psycopathic serial killer. If I ever get to meet God this is what I'm sure I'll learn ...
As a child, he pulled the legs off spiders.