Boy Meets Girl (June 23rd)

    My husband is a forgiving soul. Today we had a little drama involving a home hair colouring kit - ie. I suggested that we should dye his hair blond, he agreed, and let's just say, that the results were less than spectacular – but my husband kept on smiling, and told me that he loved me, even though we both knew that I'd made a complete mess of his beautiful hair.
    And like any good drama, there was laughter, tears, promises of "Never again," and long, drawn-out conversations.
    It was all very upsetting, and as I prepared dinner, I couldn't help but glance at the back of my husband's head, at various intervals, just to remind myself of the drama I had created.
    I was in the middle of mixing the potatoes, when I heard the news that Jane McGrath had passed away. For those of you who have never heard of her, Jane was the wife of Australian cricketer, Glenn McGrath, and had been struggling with breast cancer for the passed 11 years.
    In Australia, she became the poster girl for breast cancer survivors, everywhere – a bright, gorgeous woman, who was barely in her thirties, when she discovered the lump. Jane publicly battled with this disease, reminding women to pay attention to their bodies and take a stand for their own health.
    Jane went into remission. But then the cancer returned – and she bravely smiled for the media, as she made the public announcement, that although the cancer had invaded her brain, she was going to battle it out. And once again, Jane urged women, everywhere, to be vigilant, and listen carefully to their bodies.
    But yesterday, Jane McGrath lost the battle for her life, and slipped away, leaving behind a grieving husband and two very young children, James and Holly.
    It was this news that shocked me back into reality. Yes, I was wracked with guilt over the awful job I had made of my husband's hair – but he had forgiven me, so why couldn't I forgive myself? In any event, the colour will fade and his hair will grow, and one day, we'll look back on this moment, and laugh our heads off.
    Jane McGrath's passing reminded me of how pointless it is to wallow in guilt and regret. This precious gift that we call life, is all but too fleeting.
    One day, we will move on from this world, and the dramas will be replaced with only memories.
    I'd really like to try and make those memories, happy ones.

If you'd like to find out more about Jane McGrath, go to:
http://www.mcgrathfoundation.com.au/