Isn’t it funny how the smallest of things can set you off and remind you of what you lost. This evening I sat down to watch a documentary ‘8 Daysabout the 50th anniversary of the moon landing. A simple opening credits brought me to tears. An overwhelming sadness that this is something I would have sat down with my Dad to watch and something he would have loved reminiscing about. He always held such pride at staying up all night at the age 19 to watch the moon landing. If you ever even suggested it wasn’t real as a joke he would reply ‘it better bloody had have been I stayed up all night to watch it!’
I feel sadness and I feel angry that my Dad missed out on reminiscing, and myself being robbed of sharing and watching it with him. I suppose there will always be instances that bring on these feelings but F U CANCER!! 
