driving home for Christmas

Life can free so very different if you know you have a plan 

I'm hanging on the high hope of making it home for Christmas. 

I'm happy here, but I really feel I need to hold my mum. See my home without my dad in it. 

To know what I'm missing. 

To be really cold again. 

To then fly 'home'

is everything my dad?

I imagine that this is normal

Everything is my dad

scantastic

Great news, another 6 months. I don't trust it. Not in the way I would if it was the MRI the team, the same. But it'll do. Better then nothing at all.

And so here we go again. 

It's definitely rare to live like this. 

Recently people who know me have remarked on his well I cope. These are new people, but yes, good, I'm glad you noticed, yes, broadly I do. 

Here I am. 

Could I do it differently?

Yes.

I have and I could.

Should I? 

Time

Time

Time.