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Life is mostly froth and bubble
Two things stand like stone
Kindness in another's troubles
Courage in your own

My mother, Judy, wrote that in my autograph book before she gave it to me.  It was a gift for a birthday or christmas or something.  I had no idea what the hell those words meant, but I was very excited to have an autograph book and my mind went crazy imagining all of the famous people who would sign it.

After about 6 months I had names like Rod Stewart, Peter Frampton, Freddie Mercury, Marc Hunter, David Cassidy and Bon Scott in my autograph book.  None of them were real signatures ... I had scribbled them in myself.  Isn't that what young girls do when their dreams don't look like becoming reality?

Sometimes, as a 15 yr old, I would lie in bed at night and imagine that I was in my death bed.  All the famous people would visit me to say goodbye and tell me how much they loved me and would miss me.  Peter Frampton would kiss me tenderly and declare his undying love for me.  Rod Stewart would lie beside me and wrap his arms around me lovingly and kiss my forehead.  All of them had tears in their eyes as they left my room.

Was that normal for teenagers of my generation?  Should my parents have considered therapy?  Is there anybody out there from my generation (or any generation for that matter!) with similar freakish thought patterns?

Judy passed away suddenly almost 6 years ago.  After reading this she would have looked at me and slowly shaken her head.  She would have said 'Sometimes I wonder about you Roz'.  I miss her.

Now I am passing the time in New Zealand awaiting the birth of my first grandchild and Judy's first great-grandchild.  She would have been right here with us, still complaining about the autograph book that I ruined with my scribble, but oh so excited about a new member of the family!