Reality

I've been reminded several times tonight of the fact that my problems are, as quoted on the X Factor, pathetic to what others are or have been going through.  For Daniel Morcombe's parents, they will never again (and haven't for the past 8 years) hug their son, watch him grow up to be a young man nor watch him experience life as it changes.

I watched a recording tonight from the Sunday Night program on the soldiers in Afghanistan who have been killed or injured and think to myself, there are men and women are out there right now, away from their families, forever on the lookout for something that could go wrong.  Yet, they don't complain - it's their job.  This is probably what half of them joined the Forces for - to protect their country.  Those parents and family members of those who have been killed, like Daniel Morcombe's family, will never again hug nor watch them grow.  No one had the chance to say goodbye, to say one more I love you or to record that one last look of them before you watch them head off.

Life is full of ups and downs, things that don't go quite to plan and things that just go to absolute shit.  In the end though, I'm grateful for the life I have, as much as I do complain or whinge about it.  Gregory and I are both happy and healthy and have a roof over our heads, and really, that's more than what some people have in a lifetime.

So as I finally head to bed, I take one last look at my child, plant a kiss on his head, whisper I love you and hope and pray that we are all lucky enough to be able to deal with all that life offers tomorrow and in the future.