I imagine you would find it hard to discover anyone who has not had a regret or two in some form. I think it’s a fairly natural part of life. Even if it is a waste of energy dwelling on what might have been.

Now some of us have lots of them and the longer we live the more regrets we can accumulate. Of course we don’t remember most of them but for me there are a few that stand out.

There is a photograph on the wall that reminds me of one of the greatest regrets in my life. Now I could take it down, but I’m rather proud of it. We came across it by accident, so I keep it on display.

Ross was told that there was a photo of Kelly in a local pub. So he went looking and there it was — Kelly singing into a microphone. She had invited us to see her sing, but having told so many outlandish stories at that time, we didn’t really believe her. Now here was proof — she was actually performing and we had dismissed her invitation as being fanciful or wishful thinking.

Chatting with the publican, Ross explained about Kelly, and how we hadn’t got to see her in action. He then took the picture off the wall and gave it to Ross —it’s not even a particularly good photo, but it’s our girl actually performing in public.

He brought it home and we had a little cry over it; sad because we missed seeing her sing in public — we never heard her sing. Plus, because she had actually realised a dream and none of her family were there to validate it. Still we cherish that photo.

A short time later that pub was demolished to make way for a new development . (That’s probably why the publican gave the photo away!) But we’re happy to have it and proud to hang it on our wall.

So I’m choosing to look on the brighter side. I’m proud that she actually managed to achieve one of her goals. The fact that her family didn’t see it happen doesn’t really matter. What is really important is how she felt at that time.