My Dad

Mum & Dad - 3At this time of year, Remembrance Day, I always think of my Dad. That young man who was sent off to the army, giving up his studies of the classics with thoughts of becoming a minister.

His experiences included an overland journey to India and several years of service there, away from home and family and my mother, waiting for him so they could start a family of their own. I was born nine months after they married when he returned home, the first of the “post war baby boomers”.

The only time he talked about his experiences was to tell us about being on board a ship on the Mediterranean for three days en route to Egypt, unable to go out on deck and under constant threat of bombardment. He held his Bible close to him, reading passages to keep his mind occupied.

His life changed immeasurably when he returned, and he never did resume his studies and 11 years later made the decision to emigrate the family to California to start a new life, never really to settle there either.

So many lives disrupted by these horrible conflicts, many much worse than my father’s.

But I think of him especially, handsome in his uniform, grateful that he came home and married my mother and my life began.


This lovely photo of Glen Ashdale Falls by Nick Milloutou is exactly what I think of when I think of ‘exuberance’. Unrestricted beauty and joy. I see it in the 4 year olds when they visit us from nursery and hear it in my granddaughter’s voice when she tells me about her soccer practice. All very ordinary things in life causing a lift in spirits and a feeling of ‘glad to be alive’.

I am celebrating that feeling in spades today as tomorrow is the third anniversary of my liver transplant operation. Three years of everydays with something to be grateful for and a sense of exuberance and excitement about what might be possible.

The other day I tripped myself up by being sad and angry about the things I couldn’t do as I wait for my hip to heal. I decided to take some action and find someone who could come and help me with the things I want to do, but physically can’t. I placed a wee ad in the Arran Community Forum and found Shona who is setting up a business to provide exactly this service to her customers. Already my kitchen cupboards and drawers are well and truly in order and a very big box of ‘stuff’  has gone to ARCAS for recycling and a donation to the Arran cancer charity. All my CD’s are in order and I so look forward to her next visit when we tackle another room. She is also going to help me set up the garden now that the new paths are completed. So glad I didn’t let myself dwell on the negatives.


Glen Ashdale Falls 2017




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