It didn’t happen quite like Proust but as I picked up a punnet of strawberries (British – I won’t buy any other kind) I was stabbed by a memory. I always had strawberries on my birthday. It’s nearly 3 years since my Mum died, 30 years since she last made me a strawberry shortcake for my birthday, yet the sight of strawberries brought on a deep sadness.
Led Zimmerlin
And this led me to thinking about my generation growing old and whether we will pass our dotage swinging zimmer frames in the air whilst listening to “Whole Lotta Love”. Rock on, Granny!
Sadness is part of life and we need to emrace it, like Keats. Like Leonard Cohen. (www.theleonardcohenfiles.com)
