When we all thought 2020 and 2021 couldn’t get any worse in rolls 2022. Now I’m not going to lie the beginning of this year wasn’t the worlds worst…lockdown was a thing of the past (just about) things were on the up.
I finally celebrated my 30th birthday albeit 2 years later, we got back in the fields at Kendal Calling and mum and I went to Alicante. Then it went down hill, I finally joined the Covid party and had to self isolate. I just felt hungover but alas I was off work. Then the dark days of November arrived.
Getting a phone call half way through the working day from a family member is never a good thing, sadly grandma had passed away. The expected unexpected, you know it’s going to happen at some point but just never know when. Dave was away so I drove straight to Mums and stayed with her for a couple of days with Milo keeping us company.
Hop forward 2 weeks and the year just gets 100x worse, Christmas parties have started, year 11 parents evening completed then bang life changes within a matter of hours. Sadly Dave passed away. I won’t go into the ins and outs of it, but wow – my chauffeur, ironer, handy man, drinking companion, general all round top guy, number one step dad gone for ever.
Dave always loved to do what he wanted when he wanted. He was never one to sit around pondering what if. The Sunday before the dreaded events he said to me whilst we were watching football “you’ve got to live your life C, you only live once” perhaps he knew something we didn’t, who knows but that is probably why I am where I am now 38,000 feet in the air on flight number 17 of 2023 about to start adventure number one of six weeks of summer.
So team let’s do this. Who’s ready to jump on board and create new memories 💪🏼💪🏼🥰🥰
Flying Solo 