Life, Death and the bits in-between...

My niece (Clare's sister Megan's daugter) Caitlin has a mild form of cerebral palsy, and given she is almost the same age as Molly it's made all the sadder. She has special shoes and a helmet to wear to protect her, but I went to see her yesterday for the first time and it broke my heart. I feel so sorry for Megan & Brent - and Caitlin of course - and I thank God that we've been so lucky so far.

Megan called us first thing this morning, Caitlin has gone into hospital with fits and siezures, Clare and Linda have gone with Molly to the hospital as I write this. I feel so sad and wish there was something I could do. It's made all the worse for Clare, because she has seen me have fits so many times and she can't help but think that at some point Molly is going to inherit my "health issues".

Last night Clare was talking about what will happen when I die and when that is going to be. She was getting really upset about it. Come on, I'm making improvements in my life, exercising and eating better. Once I've conquered the fags there's no reason to suggest I'd have any issues. Part of it stems from my stupid claims years ago that I was going to die before 40 and in a violent manner (wonder where I got that from...) but realistically, there's no way I want to leave my three girls before I'm double that age. 20/20 hindsight as always...

Picture above is Molly, trying to show us that she's ready for big girl pants.