This blogging game
Well, this blogging game is not the easiest, is it? I have no idea how to delete the areas left over from deleted images. One day, my page will look like I want it to look, but until then, please bear with me as I learn!
I'm into the third week of term and already things are tough. I missed a lecture on Wednesday, but I had a good reason. My Dad passed away in May after a couple of months in hospital, and we scattered his ashes on Wednesday 20th October 2010. The day proved to be not the torture I expected, but a beautiful day to let him go and find peace.
The boatman told us the River Severn goes on to become part of the Bristol Channel, then out into the Atlantic Ocean. Eventually, this water joins the Indian Ocean and goes on to become one with other oceans of the world - something to do with the Gulf Stream. So it felt like Dad was going to become one with the air as his ashes were scattered, one with the water as they entered the water, and once in the world's oceans maybe he will become part of the land again. Where on Earth will there be a place where he is not? And as long as we remember him, he will always be a part of us, too.
After a Memorial Service on Sunday, I hope I'll be able to start focussing on my writing again. It's been a tough to be a creative writer when the last thing I've felt was creative. Then I remember that even in the toughest times in hospital, Dad wrote his poetry whenever the inspiration hit him, and on whatever paper he could see if he couldn't reach his notebooks. How could it be harder for me than it must have been for Dad? If that doesn't inspire me to carry on, I don't know what will.
So, flaws and all, here goes...