The Emigration

It’s nearly here now, the time to say a farewell to one of my sons and his family. They are emigrating to Australia in two weeks’ time. The family had a bon voyage party last night, Saturday November 25^th. They are due to leave December 9^th.

It was a teary affair, but happy also. We all wish them well (needless to say, I feel part of my heart is being very bent and bruised). Peter, of course, wasn’t able to go to the party. It was arranged that someone would stay with Peter for one-and-a-half hours, then someone would bring me home. My very good friend, May, came with me and came home with me. She stayed with me for the evening. I was, of course, very upset so it was nice of her to stay with me.

I still feel very teary today, although I know there is worse to come. Barbara and her children, Elaine and Peter, also came home to see Peter. They stayed about an hour.

Ho hum! I guess life goes on and progresses; and, if we are lucky, we experience all the different flavours and emotions it has to offer. It is only by having a faith that one can accept the continued challenge of living, loving, sharing, giving and, ultimately, dying. Happiness and contentment keep the pot boiling. Anger and frustration cause the pot to boil over (temporarily we hope).

It must be extremely exhausting when the pot is always on the boil and spilling over. Occasional anger is a very good thing, as it does enable us to get things in perspective, and also it is very good for the ego to occasionally explode.