Sometime as you go along in life and you stop to ponder just how lucky your life turned out to be all things considered. Perhaps you have your feet up next to a roaring fire, The Eagles singing quietly in the background about some hotel in California, you take a sip on your ice cold beer, the dog lifts his lazy eyes from his sleeping position and you think to yourself, "Not too shabby for fifty plus Moose, everything is going smoothly!"
But somewhere, somehow, you just have the wee feeling that the Universe ain't happy that you are sailing through life, enjoying it, "Feck! You Moose!, Life on this planet is meant to be toiling, sweat and tears, let me send you some pain just to feck up your journey!"
I guess the feelings got stronger around the last Christmas dinner table. The kids all young adults now, suiping away in a merry mood down at the other end of the long well loaded table....
I had mother in law, The English HO and my younger brother who happens to be my neighbour. My younger brother started to develop symptoms of Parkinsons around 42. He sat there doing a wee bit of wobbling, Later his son and I would both have to lift him to his feet so that he could take the slow walk home.
I was asked on boxing day if I had a good Christmas day. I am a person that talks straight, can be brutal but that I guess is just how I roll so I replied, "Nope, not really, as I sat there at that morbid end of the table I was thinking that this is just not the same, My dad dead, My father in law dead, My mate Stennie dead and my only Brother in law dead!" So now, all the people I would have kuiered with ten years ago are gone!"
Little did I know that my dear brother, Ol' Shakin Stevens was about to make my week a week from bloody hell, I thank the Universe and that bitch fate for what they were about to throw my way in the coming days!
.........to be cont.....,