A milestone in my life

I can remember turning 50.  We were on holiday in the Algarve and I got up early to stand on the balcony and watch the sun rise - and I cried to myself.  Don't ask me why, I've never bothered with birthdays before, 40 didn't effect me that way.  It was probably because I'd had a few bad years leading up to it and it was an excuse to let go.

Now I've got the next one looming up and I'm wondering if it will make me feel as sad.
I am 60 tomorrow.  No more wondering what it will be like to be 60  - I will know.  It will probably be just the same as being 50 something  to be honest.  Surely it has got to be better though, as there was so many bad things going on in mine and my familys lives in the last 10 years.

Here are a few photos of me as a child in the 1950's/60's and in the last few years.

This is me in Trafalgar Square with my

Mum and Dad about 1956.



and taken down the allotments a couple of years later



At Butlins about 1961 (my big sister is bottom right)



This is one of my favourite photos of me and Mum




Me and my brother and sister with Dad
This is one of the last pictures we have of him




All glammed up earlier this year for a special night out

 Mum and Dad are now gone, but we are a close family and support each other. I have my lovely Husband, Brother and Sister (+brother in law) and 3 grown up children, 2 stepchildren and 4 Grandchildren so life goes on in it's wondrous way.
Now I will look forward to the next 10 years whatever it may bring. Onwards and upwards as they say :)