This isn’t my usual post from Witchmountain; I may yet press the “privacy” button but for now I just wanted to write something. Something about the golden days of childhood when the cow parsley was taller than their heads and their scuffed knees and little feet never took them too far from our sides.
I found out this week that the son of an old friend was killed in a car accident just after Christmas. Sebastian was 16 . His family moved to New Zealand several years ago and we lost touch. We shared the trials and tribulations of early parenthood together, looking back it seems like endless trips to the park, picnics and play-doh sessions,. Nothing prepares you for being the parent of a teenager or young adult, not even hindsight.
So, this post is a long distance hug to Michele and Christian and their family and to all parents everywhere. I’m sorry if you were expecting pictures of bears.