Pádraig’s new bed is something else. It’s so much more than a bed. He can lay in it, yes, but he can also sit in it and even stand. It’s really easy to use and, above all, it’s really long. I wanted to try it out today with Pádraig, to see how it would be for him to stand in it.
But I had got a phone call yesterday to say that my mother wasn’t well, so today I went down to see her and stay with her for a few hours. She really is not well and, in other circumstances, I would have staid with her. This time, that just was not possible.
I drove back to Hamburg, a trip of a little more than three hours, and I was listening to the noise of the wind and the other cars. My mind was wondering: what’s going to happen next? Is there anything left that could make life more difficult?
Can’t think tonight. Can’t write. Can’t even keep my eyes open. What’ll be next?
Hospi-Tales 
Hello, Reinhard.
Hello, Reinhard. I am used to wishing you well in relation to Pádraig. Just for now, my good wishes are directed towards your mother. I trust Pádraig approves. Not that it is necessary to ration them! All the very best. Louise.
Many thanks, Louise. Pádraig will improve. I’m afraid my mother won’t… which is how life goes…
Your mum must have been so happy to see you, even if you feel it was not long enough. I just hope she won’t suffer. Still remember when she gave me a box of homemade biscuits for you when I left for Salamanca ages ago.
When I’ll see her again next Friday, Gisela, I’ll tell her that story – she’ll be amazed that you remembered. Those were the days, Gisela, in Bochum, in Salamanca.
Special besos y abrazos for your mother and for all of you.
Gracias, Ana. I’ll pass that on to her when I’ll see her next Friday!
Thinking only good thoughts and sending light and love to you all from America. Take care
Susan
Thank you for keeping Pádraig in your thoughts, and for all of your light and love across the big pond.