“Have you seen the news?”
Like lots of others this morning I woke up to news that felt like a sucker punch to the belly. As I’ve done so many times in the last twenty years, I did a quick mental tally and my thoughts drifted to those who might be affected. Facebook now has a function that informs us when our friends are ‘safe’. Not quite sure how I feel about that to be honest.
The kids and I had a date in the diary with one of my oldest (and certainly one of my most fabulous) friends Nic, and her gorgeous three. We haven’t seen them since our party in February, which is quite frankly unacceptable.
Shit happens though. Life happens, and unfortunately divorce happens. It means catching up with friends that live 60 miles away doesn’t happen as often as it could. That’s fine though, we have the kind of friendship where we could quite easily go five years without speaking a word, yet nothing would change. Of course everything would change. Babies would be born, careers would go in a different direction, relationships would be tested. Her and I would still be the same though.
So we met up and had a day out in London with our six children. In the cold and the rain. We went on a whistlestop tour of the Capital with our kidlets – which meant there were meltdowns and tears aplenty.
But there was also laughter, and the sheer joy you feel at just being in the other person’s company. When you have a shared history like ours that goes back almost two decades there’s usually a lot to giggle about. Life is hard for so many people right now, but there is always lots to be grateful for.
We ummmmmed and ahhhhhed about whether to stick to our plans and meet up today, and decided that yes we would.
Because we cannot live our lives in fear of the big bad bogey man.
Whatever form he comes in.