What am I on about?

When I started this blog it wasn't my intention to blog every day. May be once I have everything off my chest and the dust settles (mixed metaphors tsk.) I will fall into a more reasonable weekly pattern.

After yesterday's rant I have today had MP round to fix the post. There have been no further texts outside of the ones needed to arrange the job. He seemed to be his normal self, and as I am not one to hold a grudge, unless someone has broken my third strike and you are out rule, the morning went as if nothing had ever been said. I'm happy as I dreaded finding a new builder. 

Amidst all my angst I have also been thinking about a close friend and the situation with her mother. The mother's health has been deteriorating over several years and she is now at a point where care in a home is needed. I have never been in a situation like that and never will be, not until I am possibly the one in need and that isn't related to the point I am about to make. It seems to me that there has to be a type of grief attached to realising your parent, someone who was strong and looked after you, is now frail and unable to help themselves. It so often comes at a time when our own children have flown the nest, or are soon to, leaving us in a double whammy situation, grief for the loss of the parent we once knew and grief for the "empty nest". No wonder people talk about the mid-life crisis, we're no longer "the parent", no longer "the child" and reminded that there is a chance we will be like our own parents one day. 

Since the Industrial Revolution we have slowly lost the ebb and flow of life. Once we lived in family groups with old and young together, we saw people die and we saw them being born. We have lost touch with the natural course of life and it scares us. Is that why we can't face grief? Why it is easier to avoid someone in mourning than sit and grieve with them? I would have liked to have someone sitting with me, crying because they miss him too. Someone who I could hug better and in return have them hug me. 

Grief is always attached to a change in our lives that we didn't ask for. Some are just more difficult to deal with.