Showing posts with label Personal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Personal. Show all posts

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Religion is....

...the vision of something which stands beyond, behind and within the passing flux of immediate things; something which is real, and yet waiting to be realised; something which is a remote possibility and yet the greatest of present facts; something that gives meaning to all that passes and yet eludes apprehension; something whose possession is the final good and yet is beyond all reach; something which is the ultimate ideal, and the hopeless quest.

A N Whitehead, quoted by James le Fanu

Saturday, May 2, 2009

The Story of Haaji

This morning I signed up for the free online New York Times because I wanted to read an article on it. Part of the registration, as is normal, was 'the security question that only you will know the answer to'. I picked 'First Pet Name', to which the answer is  - 'Haaji'.

Now Haaji was a small, skinny, nervous, black female dog of indeterminate breed, although somewhat like a whippet, that we bought when I was a boy.  She survived being run down (courtesy of extensive vet surgery) and we kids all loved her. 

When we went overseas for a year - which was 1965-66 - we left her with the neighbours. And when we came back, the little boy next door, who was very underprivileged, had bonded so much with the dog that my mother said he could keep her. She couldn't stand to take her back.

Of course us kids were just outraged.  Screamed about it for days. "How can you take OUR dog?" No justice in the world. I suppose we got over it in time but we were never happy about it.

Cut to 2009. I visited mum today in the nursing home. She has very advanced senile dementure now and rarely says anything. She is very frail and old. She has to be fed, lifted, cleaned, 'by at least two attendants' according to the notices next to her bed. Anyway I sat next to her today. After about 5 minutes, she suddenly said about the first thing she has said to me for many, many visits.

She said "Sorry about that". 

"Sorry about what?", I said.

"About Haaji".