Come to think of it, I also remember, as so many other folk do, when Nelson Mandela was released from his prison in South Africa.
It was a Sunday afternoon, I'd been cooking all morning and I'd just popped upstairs to change out of my work clothes. We all knew the release was imminent, the house had been buzzing with excitement all morning, as my two young teenagers posed questions and thoughts about this legendary person.
We waited and waited and, suddenly, there he was, seen from a long-distance, calmly walking thru' tall gates - and he was released.
Yes, remembrance is both unhappy and happy and, thank goodness it is. Life goes on, we go on and, by doing so, we honour those remembered kith and kin, folks and peoples everywhere - and that's just grand.
Now, six weeks to Christmas, some of we peoples of the world will be remembering another event. In our own way, culture, tradition, belief....whatever is appropriate to each and every one of us, or not perhaps, if that is applicable to you, wherever you're reading me. This season of festivity and feasting is almost upon us - and once again, I'm amazed by it's sudden re-appearance in our midst.
I've hardly begun, yet I must, for it will inevitably happen for all of us, even me! There's simply no-where to hide and, I for one, am not even going to try.
Let the season roll on, the expectation increase and let's hope the snow doesn't happen too soon, too fast or too deeply for anyone, wherever they happen to be, when it does!!!
Daisy
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