ANZAC Day
In the pale light of the Dawn Service I thought of my Grandfather’s medals from World War I
As a child I always wondered why I couldn’t march with them like other kids did
I never did know my grandfather. He died years before I was born
It was only later I realised
My parents only came to Australia in the 1960’s- Ten Pound Poms
My grandfather fought as an Englishman
This morning I wondered if this “difference” between countries and belonging wasn’t what brought us into those wars in the first place
It’s been a hard week
Work hours have dragged on
I got my car to the petrol station well past empty
I settled my Superannuation account with the bank, only to be told a debt that does not exist hung over my shoulder
I cried. It felt like everything I’ve worked so hard for these last months
All that I’ve paid off and ahead so patiently was gone
I am starting to put money away towards building or buying my own place
But the debts still come
Then I heard Living on A Prayer on the radio as I shopped in Coles
The worst never does come
I felt exhaustion to the point of nausea
But then I laughed with my friend’s granddaughter, staying up far too late
I helped a friend retrieve her dog from the pound
I felt so deeply how hard it was and is to be alone; I know how much my pets mean to me
It feels good to have that little bit extra in me that I can use to help others
I found a picture in my phone, just over a year old. I look so dead inside, so pale and thin
A brave face you might call it
I wonder at the difference a year has made
I still struggle to know how much I have gained. But in reality I don’t really know. I don’t use the scales. Mostly I have gained health and a stillness and happiness I never knew before
I am getting ready
To be myself- truly
I feel such a closeness with people. I can let them in
Finally.
My parents came to visit yesterday. I felt the tension
So visceral
As they arrived. It didn’t stop there
When we stopped by my house the intrusion was severe
They even walked through my bedroom
I feel so…..
They know about Simon too. A visit from a friend and they “overheard”
Their anger was palpable. Their disappointment
But then they said his contribution was never equal
I told them it never mattered when he was the person I first met. But now he is not
They want me to tell them everything. Let them know everything
But that is not my way. I was firm with that
They left
As I found how deeply they had intruded; things they had touched
It answered something I had wondered for a while. I won’t be able to let them close when I am doing foster care. It is bad enough that I cannot trust them. I cannot let them talk to my friends because I never know when they will change and dig into my life, like it is theirs to know. They judge so externally
I cannot inflict that on the potential of such fragile relationships
And I took my frustration out on the garden
Tearing away weeds gently
Adding fertiliser and mulch
Talking with Bella all the while
Gardening is so often “our” time
It feels so good to make things grow again
I feel alive too
As I should