But the picture of the woman is still in my mind and I just can't shift it. I suppose that's normal.
Mr A met me off the bus in Bodrum to give me some money. He had promised to pay for tickets for a daytrip to Kos on Monday, for me and my brother and sister-in-law.
I think he was a little bemused when I got off the bus and threw myself into his arms and burst into tears. It wasn't just the sight of the accident. Mr A and I had had a silly disagreement on the phone the night before...so silly I can't even recall what it was about. It made me realise how precious life is and how it can be cut short in a moment. Mr A travels this treacherous road many times every week, and it's a terrible risk.
It puts everything firmly into perspective. I vow from this day onwards that there will be no more petty arguments. Life is just too short.
And I want to end this post on a lighter note, and replace the sad images in my mind with some joyful ones, so here are a couple of pics of my lovely grandsons.
|Billy washing his car in the sunshine|