So life goes on...
I've just returned home (via taxi!) from the wedding of the granddaughter of my late best friend.
She is 17 as is her now husband, which to a lot of people seems young - but Jim and I married at that age so it seems perfectly normal to me!
A lot of people will judge them by their age and I hope that they can prove the doubters wrong. She is very mature (more than I at that age) so I have great faith in them. Not that
my faith matters, GOD will guide them through life.
It was a beautiful ceremony and the party was well organised too, with good speeches and plenty alcohol available (hence the taxi, although I stuck to only 2 G&Ts).
I had a nice chat with her when she came out for air and I was having a cigarette. She was missing her granny who died only this April and got upset that she couldn't be there. I assured her that she was there looking over them and would have been so proud of her.
My days are numbered, but seeing young people make lives for themselves gives me a good feeling inside. Youngsters get a lot of bad press these days, but lets face it, they always did! It isn't anything new, and just like before, there are a lot of good ones out there.
Anyway, I'm listening to a few Scottish songs and will then retire to bed. Chemo tomorrow, can't wait (sarcasm)...