Without my ‘pacifier’

It was strange that Air Maroc asked me to check my rollator in with my luggage. It happened when I was leaving Heathrow and again when leaving Casablanca, so I don’t know if that’s an airport rule… They said since I had hand luggage with breakables, the rollator could not go as additional hand luggage. Granted they were taking me round in a wheelchair, but I’d still have wanted the rollator with me just in case I needed to get up.
Well, when I got it back in Accra, one bolt had fallen off obviously because it had been tossed about in the luggage hold, or elsewhere. I wasn’t amused.
Oh, and for those of you who have been hinting that I could get a lighter, more modern model, I have had old faithful repaired and it’s serving me very well again…

Back home…

I’m back home now after a truly wonderful holiday. I met some very nice people and was wowed by infrastuctural development in Morocco.
I woke up with a sore throat this morning which I think is just a symptom of tiredness. I’ve been sleeping all day. I have a herbal spray for throat pain which I’ve used and I’m feeling a little better. It’s just a reminder that I can’t take for granted the things other people do – get on a plane and get to your destination feeling fit. I didn’t even cross a time zone…

A poem by Wendy

Wendy Campbell wrote this wonderful poem which I thought I should share:

I Hear Each Tear Fall On Her Face
My Mum doesn’t know
I’m watching her
But I’m watching her just the same.
And I hear each tear fall on her face
When my name is said aloud….
She says it sounds like music to her ears
And can be heard over a crowd.
Oh, I hear each tear fall on her face
At the very mention of my name…..
Zeraiah!

I watch her struggle through each day
As she cares for me in her special way
I hear the tiredness in her voice
And sings me to sleep at night
I know she wishes the day would end.
Then I hear each tear fall on her face
As she talks of me to her friends….
But there are few who truly understand.
Oh this I’ve heard her proclaim.
And I hear each tear fall on her face.
At each mention of my name…..
Zeraiah!

Mum says my smile lights up her sky.
My presence is the reason why
She meets each day with new resolve
See mother loves me dearly…
I just know my mother cares
Because no matter what…
She is always there
Oh, but I hear each tear fall on her face.
Her pain and sadness if only I could erase
Yes, my Mom doesn’t know I’m watching her.
But I’m watching her just the same.
When I hear a tear fall on her face
I hold her tightly in my embrace
As she softly whispers my name….
Zeraiah!

In and through everything we will always give thanks!