Rich or poor, every year we pass the anniversary of our death. The anniversary of the day that we die. Eventually, we will all face our last day, our last hour, our final breath. When everything you know is over, and when your only hope is to stay one more night alive, you realize that this is your last day on this earth. In that moment many of us will wish for, give anything for, ‘just one more day’?
Husband to Gail, my inspirational, long suffering, wife. Father to two, amazing, now adult children, Aubrey & Perri (both parents themselves). Retired teacher of 25 years, former guitarist (of 30 years). Soon after I started my blog I became grandar to my beautiful, first, grandson Henderson. Grandparenting, something I was relishing but, after an incurable cancer diagnosis had began to believe I would experience. I now have four incredible grandsons, Henderson, Fennec, Nate & Austin. I Love people. I love my family, my dear friends, I have love(d) 'what I do' my careers, I love Music, Glastonbury Festival is my happiest place, Cars and EFC are my passion, .... I love many things but, most of all, I fucking love life.
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