I felt a little like Trelawnyd yesterday.
Trying also to be positive and to find the beauty in the ordinary.
My neighbour invited me to coffee in the morning. She came back from England visiting
her daughter and sister who lives there.
We had tea and cookies and a good conversation.
Than the wife of the former chief of the council cold me and told that she had a book that might interest me.
I went to take the book and had good conversation with the former chief who is straggling his Alzheimer now but remembers well what happened 41 years ago.
I did try to be positive as hard as I can , but in both visits it was inevitable to ignore what happened
to us 41 years ago in the yom kippur war at 1973 so we poked our wounds and conclude that we can never know how strong we are and we will survive.
The book is about the the first hours of the Yom Kippur war but did not give me a clue what happened there to the people I lost there.