Allie's tale of Becca in the race was beautiful, so poignant. Ive been reading through my past diaries this morning so feeling emotional and full of loving memories. My Dad battled lymphoma. He was given a maximum of 5 years and lived for 19 years. He loved life and gave hope to everyone around him, always being positive and giving out happiness to others. People who are ill seem to be such special people and have special qualities. When the end came he was ready and welcomed it. I pray daily for all those on here who are struggling with family health issues.
I've been thinking about pressure. I used to swim when I was younger and I can remember one race where it was timed but you didn't all set off at the same time. Because I had no idea how fast others were swimming I really pushed myself to catch up with those I knew must be in front of me. At the beginning of the last length someone told me that I had the best time so far. I went into panic mode because now I wasn't catching others I was having to keep ahead. I came second!
Waves x
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