One incident and life changes forever

This weekend when I was about to go to Cirque Africa I received bad news about a friend's son passing away. He is not much older than my own sons. It rocks your world. We have such a tentative hold on life when it comes down to it.  He had some sort of illness but not what anyone expected to be life-threatening.  He was a sensitive, artistic person. It is too tragic. It makes you fearful that at any moment the the world as you know it is going to collapse, or sink into oblivion.  You want to cling to your loved ones and not let them out of your site just in case but you know that there is no safety anywhere and you just have to proceed as usual. I know that all sounds terribly dramatic but it is at the base of our shock.

It was six years on Saturday since my husband died and while the pain is no longer with me, the loss of him from my life is always a reminder.  You do pick yourself up and you do move on in life but it is never as it was.

Life still has joy for me in the cheeky smile of my Ziggy, the love from my sons and my family and friends.  Watching Ziggy wiggle his big toes reminded me that it was a thing Peter did and it made me smile. We wouldn't appreciate life fully if it had no clouds.

The circus was a welcome relief and respite from our gloomy thoughts. The littlest acrobat reminded me of Ziggy when he gets a little older.

 The music was so joyful and the performers were great.  What amazing bodies.