Significant Others

We all possess significant others, folk we value beyond the norm, people who make our lives worthwhile, without whom little makes sense. For years, for me, my dad primarily filled this role, being numero uno amongst those who mattered. But now he’s dead a mere two remain, namely wife Kathy plus Harry my brother.

Okay, you might think, obvious stuff, but early this morning whilst gazing at stars something occurred to me I’d not before realised. In particular, that by some quirk of fate they serve opposite functions. One good, one bad, so to speak.

My dubious reasoning, by the way, followed the classic flat line questions used to uncover significant others. Namely, if you win a million pounds - who’s the first person you tell? Or, conversely. You’re diagnosed with a terminal illness - who’s the first person ditto? In truth, my response to self surprised me.

Kathy to first, brother to second, and now I’m sat here wondering why. The obvious thought would be a desire to make Kathy happy and whenever possible spare her distress. But, logically, that would mean the reverse for Harry, an idea dismissed as a total non starter.

Not, of course, that I really care. In truth, as far as I'm concerned, things are what they are regardless of reason, and everything else is pure self indulgence. Well, possibly. Oh, and my point, assuming that is that I have one, I’m taking a break from blogging. I’ve served a year. It’s more than enough. I may be gone some time!