memory

#90 – Be the ‘Best Man’ at a Wedding

On Saturday January 29th 2011, the evening before turning 50, my Dad proposed to Helen (my now step-mum) during a celebratory dinner at our favourite local pub-restaurant, La Collina. Present that night were myself, Helen’s parents, and Helen’s brother with his family.

On Friday 1st July 2011 I celebrated my 18th birthday with my whole family for the first time. However, unbeknown to me, a single present was held back by my Dad and was instead given to me at a small BBQ at his that following weekend. The present was a book titled (more…)

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The boy who started to live

‘Open your eyes, look within.
Are you happy with the life you’re living?’
– Bob Marley

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At the start of the year I wrote a post titled the boy who began to grow up, which reviewed my 2014 and outlined what I hoped to achieve by the time 2015 came to a close.

The focus for 2015 was to forge an environment in which I could reclaim my life as my own, creating a plethora of stories and memories along the way. This is something I truly believe I have managed to achieve. I would argue that 2014 provided me with a disjointed roller-coaster ride, replaced by a 2015 which – for the most part – was relatively smooth-sailing and ended with a trip of a lifetime.

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Memories are the best things in life, I think.

Memories.

One simple word. That’s all it is. That’s all it comes down to. Memories. Memories that have been made, memories that have been lost. How we remember ourselves and how others remember us. That’s how simple it is really.

Whilst doing my annual sort of my belongings, I have come across many memories. Memories contained by photographs, cards and letters. Each one striking a different chord, a different emotion. Happiness. Sadness. Joy. Guilt. Regret. Longing. Anger. It’s funny really. With each passing year, as each past memory gets older the emotion that I’ve sub-consciously attached to it gets stronger. New ones emerge too. Recent memories that I thought I had discarded have re-surfaced with feelings of regret and guilt in the present intertwined with the joys and happiness of how it was in the past.

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