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I should be fast asleep, getting ready for my 4.30am wake up call in the morning. It shall not be pleasant.
Tonight I was given some very sad news about a man who I have grown to love dearly over the past few years. That coupled with my dad's departure back to Ireland today have had me thinking. There are a few things I have been pondering on in particular. 

1. Our health is our wealth and I am very fortunate to have been able to spend quality time with my dad over the last week without worrying about his health or his abilities. 

2. Life is short
More accurately time to spend with others is limited. Enjoy it while you have it. More importantly save your time for people who want to spend it with you. How does this translate into real life? Well, at the top of my head I can think of a couple of friendships where I feel like it is only I who makes the effort. Why am I wasting my time and feelings on those who don't feel the same? Life is too darn short.

3. While my dad's quest to find me a husband was unsuccessful he did get me thinking about my job etc... After eventually convincing him that I not about to move back to Ireland it did get me thinking about what is next for Lu. Watch this space!!!

Tbc... (I nodded off! )
Lou xx

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  1. Poo. I posted a comment on this and then for some reason it got deleted?

    It is a comfort to know our parents are well, as they age I often forget that I'm aging too. It's all such a strange realization. I don't feel the age I am and I don't feel like my parents are ready to start aching, or losing their hearing,... health is wealth, for sure.

    I wish we would've had more time in Tallinn. I will always treasure your friendship, no matter near or far. You're wonderful, Lu!

    Tell me more about what is next for Lu.

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