Yesterday was Father’s Day and for the first time in over thirty years I didn’t miss my dad, because this year he’d been joined by Mum. It felt different. Strange but definitely less lonely. Looking around old posts in a bid to recall thoughts and relive better times I found this one. How much of … More How much of any day do we really live?
This day thirty one years ago the clock stopped at 9am and for a while so too did my world and that of my family, as the thief that was Motor Neurone Disease, robbed me of my dad. He slipped away with no fuss, no drama, exactly as he’d lived, his soulmate by his side. … More When time stood still.
Here is a Valentines day post I first wrote three years ago remembering fondly the man who taught me what love meant… For you Dad.xx This morning I woke and as usual I paid very little attention to Valentines Day. However within minutes of getting up I was embarrassed into remembering it’s not just about … More Remembering my first true love.
Some of my earliest memories are of you, my first true love. The times we spent together when I was a child, you building something or other, me sanding blocks of wood for no purpose but to be with you. That time you rescued me from a race I wasn’t ready for. Waking up for … More A brief message to my first true love.
This day last week was special, and I missed it. I was on holidays, offline. It was the only time in ten days I felt compelled to write, so I wrote this on July 23rd using pen and paper. I know I’m posting it a week late, but Mum and Dad this one’s for you. … More Diamonds are forever.
You have been gone now for over half my life, and yet there is rarely a day goes by without me thinking of you. Sometimes it is to remember something you said, or to imagine what you would think of a situation. Sometimes it is to remember days gone by, when as a child you … More Remembering you.