I not ritten in long time. We went France to see famly and visit our house which is now up for sale. I miss it much but we no it now time move on. We can still visit our dauter and her famly, if she agree! I miss the grandchildren and we have great time with them. They got so big, it was 16 months sinse we last saw them and the change was enormus.
I was asked if I miss the house and the area we lived, I say yes we hapy. We like the peace and quiet of the countryside. We drive hour and not see another car. Then I think, was I remembring rite?
Yes it lovely, fields of cows, lakes, forest, quiet roads, speedy apointments at doctor or consultant. Smell fresh bred from bakery, helpful butcher, greengrocer, pharmacy. Siting outside café watching world go by. The BBQs in the garden, growing own vegetables and herbs, siting in the garden listening to the drone of bees, watching lizards sunbathing, evenings watching the bats flying. The sound of the stags in ruting season. Those rose tinted glases were well employed.
I think of the heavy snow and painful cold. The freezing pipes, the sporadic electricity in thunderstorms. The treacherous roads to get to doctor (rite by huge lake with no fencing and ice on road), the amount work do on house, the batles with beaurocracy; in another language. The treatment of disabled peple being horendous. No droped kerbs, groveling for caddies to fit the wheelchair in supermarkets. When I got Aphasia first time in 2012 the isolation as I was the French speeker for me and my husbnd. He tried and he did shoping but couldn't explane anything. I had rite lot leters, luckily I could still rite OK.
Now we in UK and able manage beter. Still missing France a lot but it beter get treetment in own country with own language. I still not good talk lot and leeve most to him, unless with peple no very well. I got card say I had stroke and got Aphasia. I kept in in my handbag/purse in my purse/wallet. But as use wheelchair it fidly to get out so I got lanyard with ID card wallet and put in there. It hang round neck and it easy show.
I try find ways round stuff and glad I can. I not use those rose tinted glases as they just cause havoc! I want see what rite and what rong. I like try and find anser to problms and I can't do that when I not got clear picure.
ROSE TINTED GLASES
Of rose tinted glases I have no need
I just take of my own and I suceed
No trace of dirt, dust or grime
I look in the miror and I am in my prime!
I see my husbnd, so young and virile
My hert makes a leap, a bound and a jigle.
I don't see grafiti on the wals
The crime, abuse and braking of laws.
The anger, the poverty and homeles neer
The tears, the hopelesnes and downrite feer.
The spiraling down into an abys
The peple so many say they wouldn't mis.
Love is a state that is felt in the hert
It flies into me percing just like a dart.
It opens the way for a sweling of pride
That I should be loved, I'll not let it hide!
A hug or a kiss is all that I need
ThenI no that at anything I will suceed.
If only this feeling so warm kept inside
I could share with those shut outside.
To brake down those horors we chose to ignore
That are the curse of the hungry and poor.
A pair of glases tinted in rose
Wil not protect you from any of those.
I am hapy, I'm glad, I'm fulfiled in a way
That many won't feel till the end of their days.
I have famly, I have frends to many to count
Showing feelings I never have cause to doubt.
Those rose tinted glases I chose to discard
And trust in a future mitily stared.
