The last few days have taught me a lot about love. The love of my husband, my family, my friends, my colleagues and how complete strangers can extend their love through caring. The best part of yesterday’s return was being able to hug my boys. The second best bit was being at the wedding of my neighbours who after 18 years of procrastination tied the knot in the Kaitoke Regional Park. It was an intimate, simple yet beautiful ceremony with a handful of friends and family.
If I’ve learned anything about life this week is that it’s fragile and we take too much for granted. Buildings may be destroyed but they can be rebuilt – lives lost will never be replaced. My Dad thinks that it’s the love of my mother who watches over me as my guardian angel and that’s how I survived what happened in Christchurch. I like the thought that the power of her love is what keeps me here to still to live everyday life. It’s certainly the love and support of people who have kept me going over recent days. I cherish that more now more than ever.
Oh Julie, what a touching post and beautiful little girl in your wonderful photograph. Your Dad’s thoughts are very special too. I am sure your dear Mum is always watching over you x A very touching post x keep well x
How strange maybe I was talking about the same angel in my e mail, glad that you are home safe and sound from NE, mum Lots of love and take it easy for a while xxx