Good out of Bad

Australian Organ Donor Register Information

The topic of organ donation is a personal thing and it some ways it's a taboo subject. Western society has a strong fear of death. It's almost as if we think we are jinxing ourselves if we talk about it.

It also means we are squeamish when it comes to talking about donating our organs.

In Australia if you register to donate your organs, your family can veto that decision when the actual time comes.

I have told both my dad and my partner to 'farm em out!' because I can't use them when I'm dead.

Should it happen anytime soon - hold them to it!!!

I'm happy to say that the lives of several people are going to change for the good because my workmate and her family have decided to donate her husbands organs.

Some good can come out of bad.

Thanks for all the bloggy love and kind words.

Ab x 

Why?

Why do shit things happen to good people?

Work rang today to tell me about the husband of a lady at work. A lovely lady with three teenage kids and a husband. A nice, hard working, blue collar country family.

Yesterday her husband had an aneurysm while he was working.
Today she is turning off his life support.

Who do shit things happen to good people?

We all experience death. We all face hardships of one kind or another but sometimes...it's just not fair.

I'm looking forward to hugging Mr CP just a little bit tighter when I get home from work tonight. I'm going to be more conscious of letting people know how much I care for and appreciate them.

I'll start with you bloggers - you rock my socks and the friends I have made through blogging are changing my life for the better. You know who you are. Thanks xx Aunts you are all inspiring!

 

We are staying in today. Me and the four legged one. Unfortunately I have to venture out later to go to work but I won't be leaving the warmth here until the last minute. One of us has been honouring her God. I am assuming she is thanking him/her for all of the warmth....

And back to the more of the silent, eyes closed 'prayer'.

I'm going to spend the arvo working on this and eating cake.

That should lift my spirits a little.

Take care peeps,

Ab x

Death and taxes

A three legged ladybug who spends her days as a money box. As if!

Meet Miss Ladybug, a friend of mine for some years now and a useful friend indeed. Some time ago she was in an accident and lost a leg but she didn't let an injury hold her back. No, she spent her days and nights hiding in plain sight, fulfilling her destiny.

Although she is a lady, she does like money so we made a deal. She stands up tall, as best she can and takes my money and holds onto it until that rainy day comes.

We were saving for a new sewing machine, depositing coins in her rounded back whenever I spent real money. I have even been known to 'break' a note just to have some extra coins to add.

And then disaster struck. No not him, thank goodness. It's worse.

To be continued....