Excuse me, Mister.

Four years ago today.
I was meant to be meeting F to go to cadets that night. It was a Wednesday. I called to ask her when and where we were meeting and a man ansd told me in no uncertain terms that she couldn’t talk. A little later, she called me.
“Can you meet me now? I need to talk to you, it’s urgent”.
I met her and she said, I’ve just found out, My dad’s dead.
Her dad was like a dad to me. An Irish Man, killed on St. Patrick’s day. Some kind of twisted fate that is.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/essex/3522300.stm
A tanker driver, Joe was killed at junction 9 of the M25... May he always rest in peace. The most loving father, husband, brother and friend - a man you could rely on to catch your tears and initiate laughter. The last time I ever saw him was when he was redecorating his house, with that bright pink T-shirt on, with Elvis blaring out. There was never a dull moment when you were with Joe - He’ll live on in many hearts for years to come.

I have to apologise for the absence of posts... I'm in a difficult place right now and I'm trying my hardest to dig myself out. It takes time but it's starting to happen, slowly but surely.

It's difficult some days to wake up in the morning, let alone find the words to write.