Just 12 days to go before I leave my home of 26 years and head off for pastures new. The sorting of my “treasures” is the worst part, as things I once deemed important, are now being relegated in to different piles and boxes. I’m sure whoever finds them in the charity shop will deem them worthy of a new home. It’s the smells that assail the senses the most, as I fold clothes that my children grew out of long ago, but I was too sentimental to throw away. The scent of past summers are trapped within the fibres of cool cottons and woolen, winter gloves, the fingers cement hard from snowball fights, bring a tear to my eye. As the countdown continues, I watch as all these things are carried to car boots and driven away and I feel a horror at their going.In time, I’m sure their memory will slip from my mind, but for now, I will mourn their going. Letting go is never easy.
My dear friends, before I begin to prepare a New Year’s Eve dinner for my family, I wanted to stop and take the time to wish you all every happiness in the coming year. I wish you the most basis of things that somehow can elude many of us. The love and support of family, a place to call home and the health to enjoy it. Maybe one of you will win the lotto and believe me, I’ll be cheering the loudest for you or better still, those of you in need of a job will find one. Life is made up of partings and loss, but with a bit of luck we will keep those we love around us. So, that’s it, my friends, where ever you are in the world, as the chimes ring out at midnight, may the peeling of the bells fill you with hope and a sense of renewal. Most of those I love will be with me and what more could I ask for?