I am not sure that I’ll do this now she’s here.
But I had always imagined that when I had a child I would paint a continuous line around their bedroom wall.
On the line I’d write the following years:
- 1600
- 1700
- 1800
- 1900
- 2000
- 2100
- 2200
This would allow me to highlight, in words, world wars.
World cup wins.
And with lines, I could highlight the life and death of Charles Darwin, Salvador Dali, David Bowie.
And me.
And Lisa.
And Lisa’s mum who is no longer here.
And Izobel’s 100 years, too.
The Visit.
It’s unlikely that I’ll do this.
Today, it feels like a blunt tool.
Although the principle – to show Izobel that this life of ours is merely a visit – is a sound one.
Why would I want to do this?
It’s simple really…
Whenever I visit somewhere – a holiday venue, a new city or town – I ask myself a question.
It is:
What will I do when I get there?
I think this is a good question for all of us to ask about this visit.
The most important visit of all.
