Mum had her 99Th in a great nursing home in Beaudesert. She was bed ridden by then, so it was in her room.

The grand kids & the great grand kids were all there, for the evening. She knew the grand kids, but had rarely seen the great grand kids. About half way through the night she asked me who the little kids were.

When told they were her grand kids she played a guessing game tying them to their mothers. She did a pretty good job of it too.

A couple of weeks later she went in her sleep.

Dear Hassie,

The important thing is - that she went peacefully
and she knew that she was loved.

God Bless.

Take care.
Stay safe.

.

When I was a little boy, I guess about 10 years old, I wondered, as I didn’t have a father, if I should consider God was my father. But as time went by, I realised he was just as absent and nonexistent as my real father, so I dropped the idea and decided to go it alone.

I told my mother I no longer wanted to do ballet dancing (she taught ballet and desperately wanted a girl but had two boys) and took up boxing and rugby instead.

That was a long time ago now and I never regretted that decision.

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Dear Banjo,

It sounds like you knew your own mind at a very
early age and followed your heart. It shows strength
of character.

I came into my own late in life - and am still learning.
Old habits die hard. I was raised to
"not rock the boat." so to speak and to fit in. I did
as I was told. I did what was expected of me. But
sometimes my stubborn streak would come through.

As a little girl, I was shy. Anyway, I've learned slowly
to speak my own mind. But it's still a learning process
for me. I often still think - "Gee, I shouldn't have said
that, or maybe I should have said it differently."
At times I need to work on my presentation. It's a work in
progress.

Every relationship is a gift. I've been given some great
gifts by each of the people I have encountered on my
journey through life - including here on OLO. They have
helped shape me into the person I have become and still
hope to be.

Thank You for taking the time to continue to contribute
to this thread. It is very much appreciated.

I just want to wish all of your wives, and mothers,
a very Happy Mother's Day tomorrow.

"For all the nappies
that you changed
For all the play dates
you arranged

For all the trips
back forth to school
For cleaning all the snot up
and the drool

Why is there only
one Mother's Day?
You should have at least gotten
the ENTIRE month of May!

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY MUM!

Hi Banjo,

interesting take on considering God in the absence of a parent.

Despite going to sunday school most sundays from age of 7 to 11-12, i stopped believing in God around age of 8-9 by taunting God to prove his existence.

Without parents, I was always on my own and had to make my own judgment given the fear i was experiencing from religious exposure. This included thinking god or the devil was chasing me home from football training or was in my room when i went to bed.

From an early age, once i stop believing, I argued with sunday school teachers about the existence of God.

I actually think the sunday school teachers actually enjoyed the banter trying to convince me about the existence of God.

But, as i matured, i realised that God is indeed important to a lot of people, and that freedom of religion is a fundamental human right with its message a force for good (mostly).

I just never needed it