My work over the past few years has been informed by the illness and subsequent death of both my elderly parents within eight months of each other. My Dad's death was expected after a long battle with cancer during which time we children shared his care with my Mum. After his death, I thought that Mum would live her remaining days in peaceful serenity on the farm I had been raised on and which had been in the family for a few generations (a long time in Australia). Fate intervened in the form of Motor Neuron Disease and I found myself scrambling to come to terms with the debilitating and all consuming destruction this disease causes. She died in December last year. As well as grieving for both of my parents, I now find myself grieving for the family farm which has had to be sold as none of us were in a position to take it over. The point of this sad story is that we have no idea what is waiting for us around the corner and as cliched as it may sound, we must learn to live in the here and now. So easy to say, and readily understood but rarely acted upon.
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