Week one.

And I'm actually still in a good place. Lots of things going awry, but my Wife tells me I've been dealing with them admirably.
However, between Xmas & New year, I went to see my mate for an hour or so & came away with the most stubborn cough/cold known to mankind. Now, my wife is off sick with it, our Youngest is off school with it & I'm still coughing like a banshee and having trouble swallowing, 3 weeks later.
Mentally, I've gotten through the anniversary of my Dad passing & only had a minor panic attack, leading to an earlier night than usual.
I really cant wait for the rugby league season to start up again.
Hull KR are looking like a strong side under Craig Sandercock for this coming season, but living in Manchester, I'm probably going to see more of Salford City Reds than Hull KR this season.
Starting with their friendly against Wigan, I'm really hoping that Salford survive and are able to get through the season.
Anyhow, I promised a poem, & have gone for something a little off the wall to begin with...
As my Dad is no longer here, I urge you to get to know your parents as well as you can, because you're a long time without them.

Enjoy...

Dad

 

He often dreams of what he wants to be

and sleeps just to remember what it’s like:

young, anxious to grow, fresh with fantasy.

He often dreams of what he wants to be.

And when he can’t sleep, drinks, forgets, feels free

to hate the children, raise his hand and strike.

He often dreams of what he wants to be

and sleeps just to remember what it’s like.

Michael T. Young

 © 1997; originally printed in Because the Wind Has
Questions.  Used by permission of the author.