Some days are sad

Life is about

The other day when I couldn’t think of anything to write, I started to read.

Despite the fact that I had a gazillion unread posts on both WordPress and Bloglovin, I started to read my own, using the recommendations at the bottom of each post as stepping stones.

I think I have changed. It’s almost as if over the course of the two years I have grown up a little, mainly because I have had to. I have yet to decide if I like the person I have become, but I miss laughter, it seems to be in short supply this weather.

One common theme through many of my posts, was my unashamed love for WordPress and the people I have met. I noted as I wandered around how many people are now absent for one reason or another, gone, but not necessarily forgotten.

I wish I had the time to maintain the level of participation and interaction that I would like, but sadly, due to the aforementioned having to grow up, I don’t. Everyday there is something new that steals a few more precious minutes from me. It is something that sits heavily on my shoulders, because I don’t feel I can always give back what I receive, just know that I try.

I was late to discover ‘Mondays Finish the Story‘, I do believe I have Drailman to thank for my introduction with his take on Delphine and her fathers airplane. I participated in that one myself and perhaps one other.

Barbara, who was the host, had been unwell, but still managed to continue with the challenge and despite undergoing treatment, commented on each and every post, a genuinely lovely lady.

I’d kept an eye out this past couple of weeks for the challenge, but none had been posted and I hoped everything was ok, but I didn’t know who to ask. Today on checking the site, I read the sad post from her husband saying that she had passed away.

It is true about the people we meet, because although I only met and conversed with Barbara briefly, she touched my heart, and that heart goes out to her husband, family and all the circle of bloggers who knew her far better than I did.

We have lost two amazing people from the blogsphere in the last year, I hope they know how much they are / will be missed.

Gone but never forgotten.

There are two new stars in the sky to cast a light on our journeys.

Oh Dear Delphine

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Delphine always wanted to pilot her father’s plane and when he forgot his keys on her tenth birthday, she knew that taking off would be easy. By that she meant taking off out the door towards the airstrip nestled at the back of the house, the feat of making the plane fly she knew was going to be something else entirely.

There was a slight breeze blowing as she passed through the gate and finally caught sight of the yellow plane, her fathers pride and joy. It was bigger than she remembered, perhaps because she had never been this close before, only admiring it from afar, through eyes squinting at the sun.

Delphine, a book fanatic had read books on aviation from cover to cover, at a push she would probably be able to tell you how to dismantle and rebuild the plane before her, quite a feat for someone only ten years old. She knew the purpose and function of every button on the complex dashboard, how to adjust the seats, and also the location of a cleverly hidden parachute should the need a rise. Let’s hope it doesn’t she thought to herself crossing her fingers behind her back.

Raring to go Delphine walked towards the door, or where she thought the door was. A sealed unit flush with the sides, it was quite hard to spot. All to do with the aerodynamics of the plane she thought recalling Chapter 14. To her dismay however, she could not find a handle and as we all know, it’s very hard to open a door without a handle. Mentally scanning the pages in her head she could find no references to help her solve this conundrum, meaning the biggest thing Delphine experienced on her tenth birthday was frustration.

Just at that moment she heard her father call out asking her if she had seen his keys.

‘No Papa, I will help you look’ she shouted sprinting towards the house, hoping to replace the keys before he noticed.

The moral of the story, it’s always good to have brains, but you also need a dash of common sense. On this occasion it would have helped Delphine figure out that the little arc she thought was decoration, was actually the handle, flush and cleverly concealed to keep it aerodynamic too.

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Written for Monday’s Finish the Story – check the link for all the information. 

Many thanks to Drailman for the introduction.