Carol's corner

Are the best. The ones I've cultivated from work, the ones I've found through my kids and my knitters. I'm blessed to have a group of girls whom I can hang with and knit with and who won't for one second NOT tell me I'm full of shit. I think for me in my current place, I need to be around people who are less likely to tell me what I want to hear but what I need to hear. These ladies are them. I love them so fiercely it's insane. We giggle like children, we drink and we swear and I would lay down my life for each and every one. Thank you girls for keeping me on the right path, not just the right path for me right now. Love you all.

Seven years ago... I was driving in to work with my beautiful baby girl in my back seat and got the call from the hospital..."You might want to come here soon..." I dropped her off, told my work and went in. I held his hand. I begged for him to hold on for my sister. I begged for him to see that I was there. I held his hand... He died. He was tired. He had had enough. I held his hand. I screamed and cried and I waited for my sister and my aunt to arrive and I held his hand. I didn't want my sister to have to take his hand and it be cold. I didn't want her to look into his lifeless eyes so I closed them. I cried. Through it all, and all the shit that happened afterwards I never hated my sister. I was just glad that I was there for him and knew in my heart of hearts that she couldn't have handled the gasping, the choking and seeing the light go out. Unfortunately people will show you who they are most in times of grief and pain. I should have known then and accepted

Once in a lifetime you will meet someone who touches your heart in a way that lasts. I've been lucky enough to have a few people in my life that have moved me to better myself. People who remain in my heart after years. My grade four teacher is one. He brought me out of my shell and opened the windows to a new world of reading and life in general. He was so amazing he even attended my school functions at a different school for years. My aunt was another one. She was the lady who lived next door to us when my mom was pregnant with me. From the day I took my first breath she was a part of my life and part of my family. She taught me almost everything I know about being human. She was LSG to the core. Smoked, drank, gambled and taught me how to knit. I am forever saddened that she's gone, but love that she passed playing Bingo... And now, through the internet, I've found another. A woman a world away. A woman who has been tossed upsidedown and come out on top. S