Loss...
The January, 2015. When I found out my Dad's cancer returned the day after my Uncle John had died then, if you're me, you glimpse the irony of life. The timing couldn't be worse, but then it's the way it's supposed to be. I make a big thing about trying my utmost to not judge others. I've always found religion and spirituality encapsulating. I'm really bad at 'joining things' I suppose, but I do take things from them. I constantly keep on about it but; Matthew: Chapter 7, Verses 1 & 2 are my favourite part of my favourite book. I find it's one of the easiest paths to the most graceful of minds. I'm not there yet, but it helps me. I liked my Uncle John an awful lot - but my Dad was really close to both him and his big sister (my Aunt Ann) when he was growing up, and we all shared holidays together when my sister and I were very young too, up until we were teenagers. Both he and my Dad always used to take the mickey out of my wh...
