Making dreams

Maybe it’s a symptom of getting older. There’s less time now to do as much as I dreamed of doing when I was young.

I probably won’t go for a hot air balloon ride or walk along the Great Wall of China or have a float in the Dead Sea. On a more practical note, I may not get the bathroom redecorated or the garden landscaped.

Dreams get fewer as you get older but maybe they get sharper too. I mean, if there are three things I really want to do in the next ten years, then I need to stop mucking about and simply make them happen.

So here I am drawing up a bucket-list of dreams. Strange thing is that they are really more about being than doing. I want to be with my family. Watch my grandchildren grow. Make memories today that will last for all the tomorrows up ahead.

‘Granbar, will you still be alive when I get married?’ asks my five-year-old granddaughter. We do the maths and work out how old I will be when she is say, twenty-five. Then I look into her clear blue eyes and declare, ‘That’s my plan, sweet Susanna, that’s my plan.’

By: Barbara Sampson