Wednesday, October 21, 2009

how to help...

So anyone who has read anything of this or knows me, knows that music is a large part of my life... As are the lyrics.

So this is the lastest: 'what can I do to save the day, if only it was as easy as a DVD and a take away' from Mr Hudson- lift your head

So this is what I'll be thinking on for a wee while...

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Listening to: mr Hudson- time

Thursday, October 08, 2009

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

new blog...

I'm thinking of setting myself another year challenge...

A little while ago I took a picture of myself, one a day and then made a short film.

I'd like to think I see the lighter side of the day, but could a point out something everyday for a year that was good? Easy on a good day, but what about those days that are rubbish- when I'm low and I don't care to share?!

Well... Let's try it- I'm going to take this challenge, but need to look at the format. Blogging on my phone doesn't include pictures and Twitter/facebook are too casual to keep this record directly.

Once the funeral and I'm back to work I'll get on how and what shape this challenge will take...

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Watching: might boosh series one: Charlie.

Thursday, October 01, 2009

the only words I seem to know are only sounds...

I write blogs for a few reasons but tonight it's to share how I feel and maybe give hope to anyone is a similar situation who may stumble across this ramble...

Today my dad died

For the last 5/6 years we have spent our time thinking most days could be the last, making plans and putting them on hold and in the end watching the human being who gave me life be reduced to a shell.

I say this without bitterness or even resentment. I believe whatever happens God has a bigger plan than I'll ever comprehend... I say it in observation as I cooly and calmly bring myself to understand the man who gave me my wit and sense of humour is no long here, I no longer have the hero to be a side kick to in the comdey due of the house.

It's been tough for my family to come to terms with what's been happening. Many will plead the case it was unfair for my dad to have spent such a long time (for want if a better word) dying. And to die at such a relativly young age of 60. And I don't know- of course I would love him to be here, to still laugh with and try to solve the worlds problems in one of our late Friday evening chats, and I cetainly never want anyone to go through what he did...

But our lives are in chapters, some we think will continue how we want and others are changed and are altered...

I can never pretend to know everything, but I know that there is safety in not knowing. I can't fool myself with falseness or blind myself to truth. But I do know this...

My dad will be missed by many
My dad is now no longer suffering
My dad was secure in his faith and didn't fear death
My dad will leave his mark on this earth that will continue for many many years to come

And

My dad is my dad and I am proud of him for his whole life esp these last few years.

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