I'm glad you're alive

I remember the sentiment when I was younger. At times I thought I was being over the top. Telling friends - well school mates- that my dad could die. 

I don't know if I realised that was true. 

Today, as we wandered back from the pub, my little grown up girl and I got a Chinese and a couple of drinks and we talked about his pleased we are the I'm alive and not disabled. 

Feels like a strange yet obvious conversation. Most people are glad of that. 

She lives with that. 

I live with that.