AUGUST CURSE

 My family really hates August.  Every year we say we take a deep breath on the 31st July and release it on 1st September.  The reason being is because it seems to be the month where most family members decided to grow their wings and go to heaven.

My mum died on 12th August, 1978 a month after Bear and I were engaged. This was so hard going through our wedding and having  babies without my Mum to support me.  I am the youngest in the family, so she saw all my siblings married and their children born.  I felt deprived.

Then my Dad died when I was pregnant with my last baby after being in hospital for a few months.  This was torture. Seeing I was pregnant I was not allowed to see him as they thought he had something contagious. When he finally was given the all clear,  I made arrangements to visit him with my eldest children, I received  the dreaded phone call to say he died that morning.  Great timing Dad! Anyway it took me years to actually believe he was not coming back as I kept expecting him to visit me.

Four years ago we thought we had made it through August and were ready to breath our collective sighs, when Bears mum died on the 31st from Alzheimers disease.  We knew she was going down hill rapidly but hoped she would make it through August.

Mind you all my children's partners have birthdays in August, so maybe this makes up for it.  Also Bear retired two years ago on 16th August, which we celebrated with a candle lit dinner the other night.

Unfortunately I am yet again waiting for the dreaded phone call about my brother.  Just hoping he can hold out for a while longer, although the poor guy is suffering so much.  He was diagnosed with prostate cancer way back in 2004 and has fought a really hard battle with ups and downs ever since.   It has now gone right through his body and he has certainly endured more than he deserves.

So at the moment I am totally stressed worrying about my brother.  I asked Bear the other day for a stress relief spanking when he came into the lounge room to sit with me. He didn't have any implements with him unfortunately.  So although the spanking was starting to make me feel relaxed it was over way too quickly.  He complained his hand was hurting. Boohoo! So I suggested getting an  implement but he wouldn't.
Have you ever had one of those spankings where you would have loved it to go a while longer?