Last year; 2018, started off with the most difficult time I have ever experienced, in the loss of my Dad.
For that reason alone it seems slightly ironic that I have only written twice in the past year when I have much to write about.
Maybe it's that I have so much to write but also feel it might not be anything anyone cares to read about. Having said that I hear my inner voice saying, "Who the hell cares if they don't read it?". I then answer myself; scary, I know, "Just write because you need to let it all out!". Hmmmm, good answer.
I have found many people along the way very inspirational and through that found myself working to keep looking ahead, plan, persevere, do what you can do, do things you once did, keep living life. At times I've felt like I needed a roman candle lit beneath me, someone to ignite the spark I know is there, but lies dormant and waiting; for what I don't know.
Loss hurts, it sucks, though we know death is part of life. Knowing it comes doesn't make it ANY easier when it comes, if at all only the very slightest because Dad was ready; by his own admission.
If only it were as easy as picking yourself up and dusting yourself off. All we can do is try and I will try.
