Gone but not forgotten

Last Saturday was the seventh anniversary of my father passing away.  He had suffered for several years with Parkinson’s Disease so I had a few years to watch him deteriorate.

Before you think that this is going to be a long post about how sad I am, I want to assure you that I won’t be dwelling on how he died.  After all, he managed to pack a few things into his life so I’ll mention a few of them.

At the start of the Second World War he was one of the schoolchildren who were evacuated away from the cities that were thought to be at high risk of bombing from the Nazi regime.  By the end of the war he was in Germany having landed in France on D-Day +3.  He remained a lifelong friend of one of the German prisoners of war.

He adopted my mother’s two children – both of my parents had been married and divorced by the time that they met.  The story is that my Dad was preaching one Sunday and my Mum was in the congregation.  I wasn’t there, so I have to take their words for that.

He was also a Reverend and even took part in the service when Gloria and I were married.

Anyway, I won’t go on too much about what things he managed to do.

I was thinking that it’s strange how someone you love may have passed away but you still end up feeling different emotions towards them each and every day.  It’s as if you’re still constantly seeing them and arguing and laughing with other, just like you had in years gone by.

My little problem in 2016

For many of us, there are dates during the year that remind us of something important that we have lost.  For me, there are two such dates.  One of these is in February and another in March.  My father passed away on Thursday 19th March 2009 following a long period suffering from Parkinsons Disease.

And so, February and March are the most stressful months for me.  This means that since 2009, I seem to catch every germ and bug doing the rounds.

This isn’t going to be a post of woe and of how hard done by I am.  I mean, this blog is called “Sad Music, Dark Literature and Positive Thoughts 2”.  So, we won’t be deviating too far from positive thoughts, right?

I mentioned in my post from only two days ago, that I would explain what had delayed this post from finding its way up here on this site on Sunday.  The explanation is that I’ve been feeling quite rough for a couple of weeks and I am now off work on a course of antibiotics.

My trip to and from the hospital out of hours doctor via a taxi and also grabbing my prescription last night have left my wallet twenty five British pounds lighter.  I guess that this cannot be helped.

I worked from home on Monday but was not up to even doing that since Tuesday.

Look, I don’t want to moan about every ache and pain that I have – I don’t suffer from the proverbial man flu!  However, it became a concern when the cocktail of symptoms that I was suffering from were supplemented by feeling confused and losing my short term memory.

This confusion and memory loss is due to my body diverting resources to fighting the bugs in my body, the doctor reassured me.  It’s clearly not important to remember where you have just placed your drink bottle, keys or half-eaten plum.

I want to sign off by telling you all that I am looking after myself with good food.Porridge for breakfast, salad for lunch, fruit for a snack and home cooked food for supper would normally be the ideal guardians of good health.

Sometimes, there are emotions that will try and knock you down whatever you do to stop them.  You just have to get ready to pick yourself back up afterwards.