It is always those who are dear to us that move quietly into the night.

They burnt the candle at both ends. They parried their way through the darkness. Some, they continue to walk but it is not quite as light and as fantastic as it once was.

Those of us who continue on, regardless of down and “out” we supposedly are, carry a flame.

A century passed for our own, not just yours. It may have been a small century, but it was a century nevertheless.

You, those who spit on their parents’ graves, I am sorry.

Those who have no understanding of what life means… Now is the time to take notes.

We hit the bat together, old man.

We can’t control our families. We live beside them. All we have asked is that when things get difficult, we move together. If we cannot move together properly, if one of our legs is twisted, or broken, we can’t move at all.

This is a single account of one person only. There is a place to go to talk about things. I am not banned from certain places, but I am Weary of them. Those who will read this, will understand. Those who do not understand should ask the question – What more is there in our past we have no longer access to?

This is worth nothing if it is not able to be presented to an account available and shared for free.

I’m taking it with me.

Catherine Sarah Capewell nee Tew.