I have continued this all day and have managed to sleep in between. I am supposed to doing the write up of the workshops (sorry students) so that Our Ben can get them online (sorry Ben). I am also supposed to be finishing off articles (lots of) for magazines (sorry editors), samples for workshops to photograph (sorry again Ben) . but I am really struggling with my concentration and producing a load of gobnblede gook, so I am giving up. It is taking me all my time to press the like button on Facebook, never mind write intelligently..!! Its ok for you lot you are used to my drivel, but everyone else thinks of me as purely professional ( yeah right..!!!)
Any way I am writing this blg post purely to prove to Kate that I have finished the January challenge. Yes you heard me right, I, Dylan, do solemly swear , that through my illness and jet lag, I have heroically soldiered on... lmao. If you follow this link you can see lots of others glorious, put mine to shame, works.
It isnt a brilliant day anyway today as its 8 years since my hero, my best friend, my protector, my partner in crime - yup thats right my Dad, passed away. It hurts as much now as it did then. Its a different kind of hurt though. Its not that raw animal hurt that you first experience, it is a hurt for all the things unsaid, all the things missed out on, all the ifs, but, and maybes. In the last year I have come so much farther along the path of my journey and a whole new me is emerging. A new Dyan who wasn,t there before, a whole new person,one who he never knew. I have learnt so much about myself, and I wish he was still here to share it with me. I know he is and I know he knows, but I just need to physically, hear him, see him, smell him and hug him so badly. I need him to tell me its allright and that I am doing the right thing, in the right way and that he is still proud of me no matter what ghosts I am unearthing., He is my babe and always will be. Night night God Bless Dad XXX