Loss - almost.

Yesterday my grandson tried to climb over a fence to get his frisbee. It didn’t quite work. He caught his inner thigh on the fence and ripped it open - dangerously close to the femoral artery. If he had cut that I wouldn’t have an eldest grandson anymore.

It makes you think. About how precious our lives are - and how fragile - and how they can be taken away at any time. When you least expect it, when you are the least ready for it.

It makes you think. About all the moments you have missed because you were working. Or simply not paying attention. Moments.

I didnt really want to say anything else. Just get this out. If you guess I didn’t sleep well last night while he was being operated on - you’d be right.