Epilogue 17

The snow remained and look wonderful from my window. I really
felt I was getting somewhere and turning on my PC set to do
some work on my latest novel.
I had contacted Nick again and all was going well on the
mountains, the weather was holding, and although it was bitterly
cold they were making good progress toward the border. All was
arranged for the pick up in Kathmandu and the airmen were on
standby for when Nick was through.
It was New Year’s Eve and I had declined all invitations to
visit anyone. I felt I wanted to be alone with my thoughts and
my dreams, dreams of the future, the future I never thought
would happen.
I curled up in front of the crackling and glowing fire with my
cats and thought about all my yesterdays, all my feelings of
unhappiness, of frustration, of fear, of all the things I felt I
had lost, of all the wonderful friends I had made, of all the
kindnesses of all the people I knew, of all the things with which
I was blessed. For each sad feeling there is an opposite feeling
of joy, for each feeling of fear a feeling of confidence, for each
feeling of unhappiness a counter feeling of happiness. I
snuggled further down into the settee and thought,
Tomorrow is a New Year, a new life, new hope, new beginnings, and
Nick is coming home.

Epilogue 17

hilarydougill

Co Durham, United Kingdom

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