Evening all. This is one of those times when one soul solicits simple warmth from others. My mum was taken into hospital today. She's ok thus far, and pray God, all will be well once due tests are conducted and completed. In itself this is enough, but life being life, and humans being as wonderfully fragile, odd and glorious as we are, I find myself in that labyrinth we all face - aka - the family. Tonight I see with a pristine clariry, how I have become the hub, the one who seeks and the one who is sought. I was the one who called the hospital ward for the low down, and the one to convey the news and encourage communications. I come from a family that is sane and healthy, and yet we have our history of papercuts. Naturally these details struggle in the hands of light and dark. One brother is fearful the truth is kept from him. The other is pure salt of the earth, but hurt is there somewhere. And Dad is fine and facing-forward and confiding small fears in smaller details. Through all this I have to balance care for my boy who flags his concern that I am giving too much. On this point I disagree, although I completely understand how the dynamics of anothers family appear like so much weirdness to outsiders. I feel a gentle compulsion to make right and soothe set against the reality that all is well, and an acknowledgement that there is a fruitlessness in this urge to fix the unfixable. Life is. And we all have our unique perspective and experience. Without being morbid, I feel the brevity of life and I wish to make peace before any doors swing shut. I find it tragic that we wait to say I love, I forgive, I am sorry, I was wrong, it wasn't like that, let me tell you...until the very end. This night I hold a rare chance in my hand. Tomorrow the world turns and I will roll with it. Thoughts, gestures, and anyone with a penchant for dark humour, please share.