♫ ♪ ♫ “That’s life (that’s life), that’s what all the people say
You’re ridin’ high in April, shot down in May
But I know I’m gonna change that tune
When I’m back on top, back on top in June.” ♪ ♫♪ ♫ Frank Sinatra
I’ve dreamt about sitting here, often. And now I am, a glass of something chilled in my hand, it is a hot June day in 2012 and the water feature is babbling. I am sitting on a plastic chair but it is my plastic chair. My ceramic wall tiles destined for my travel wall are still packed in one of the numerous boxes dotted around the house. It is too hot to unpack.
So as I reflect on this moment my mind wanders for no apparent reason to my Scottish Granny who was the first person close me who died. I remember lowering her coffin into her grave at ‘Sleepy Hillock’ in Montrose and she felt no heavier than a couple of bags of sugar.
Now my mind meanders to a very strong and lovely woman named Tarnya who suffered breast cancer and after a mastectomy, chemo and radiotherapy called me before I departed to Spain to say that the cancer had spread to her brain. She asked me to visit her in Yorkshire before I left, which I did and I am so glad that I did so. She was only 51 and died on 11th September, 2012 – just 2 months before her wedding. R.I.P. lovely lady.
And blimey it was my Dad’s 13th anniversary since his death and I know he would have been very proud of me, my bonita casa, my Andaluz patio and my herb garden.
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may is coming to mind.