Today I am grateful to my Mom. Not so much for giving me life, as I still don’t understand what all the fuss is about. It’s got it’s moments – as this blog testifies, but on the whole I don’t think these little things are to die for (literally). Having to die is the greatest tragedy of human existence, and the one I have not come to terms.
I am grateful to my Mom for her care, love, patience and all the opportunities she opened for me to realise myself and enjoy myself to the full.