Most probably no one would start by writing their first blog about a loss. But to me losing my dad at a young age was not just a loss, it changed my life.
The 9th of February 2002 took away my 48 year old dad, and he took the old me with him. My life changed completely. When you are young, seeing another family go through a tragedy, you feel for them, maybe you cry too. But never in a million years will you think this can happen to you.
Dad had dreams. He wanted to take mum on a cruise when my sister and I got married, he wanted to buy the latest video camera and he used to tell people that my sister and I were only his, until he accompanies us to the altar on our wedding day.
He did none of the above. And that's when I realised I don't want to dream. I want to live my dreams the minute I get them. I want to live day by day, and at the end of the day, I want to say:
"Today was a great day".
I wanted to start off with this, because people who don't know me would think I am too optimistic, I am too happy and get excited over little things. I see the cup half full, but I will not stop there. I will do my best to fill the other half.
Hoping this justifies my crazy life full of laughter, positivity and my joy of living. Stay tuned for more blogs here on my website. And remember:
“Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow.” — Helen Keller.
Thanks Janice x
Loved it xxx