Remembering things that actually happened.
Thinking on thoughts that started a smile or created a cry. Further thoughts that ask why do I die?
Remembering when my Sister got married, I was young and my Sister was getting married?
I was still young when I wished I’d had the time to know her as I grew older.
Before she met a wonderful man and became a wonderful wife.
She was young and so brave to change her life.
I was there to see her meet someone so perfect and strong for whatever reason.
Giving up the time I wished I’d spent with my Sister later made perfect sense.
Sense I saw playing catchup with my Vanetta in her early married home. Cold with only coal fires but warmed with a life together starting love.
Visiting her and getting to know with a fondness a man who I can say it has been a respectful pleasure to know, was, by the way.. silver lined, an introduction to saying goodbye to a Yellow brick road and finding a 7 inch “just another day.” Was May I say a lovely lining, but much more.
Much more than giving a young boy a passion for Mcartney was letting him share in his Sisters lovely new life by an open fire on Old Hall Road.
pauliepaul with much affection xx