My heart belongs to Daddy . .

This is my farewell to England, my last entry before I will be in the bright lights of Bangkok.

Sitting on my bed I feel a sense of sadness wash over me but a greater sense of love. Having been forced to say my goodbyes to the people I love the most has made me realise how very lucky I am. It is those brief moments that pass within seconds that I hold closest to my heart. The seconds of pure happiness that I would have otherwise ignored and taken for granted but instead have treasured in my remaining days.

Seeing Daddy drunk and making the table fall about in laughter as he always does, my brother telling stories that I later re-tell, the comfort of my family bickering around me, my girls making me laugh so hard no problem seems unsolvable, the drunken antics, the continual re-living of the night before. The passing moments of recognition that I hold a bond with certain people that not even time can break.

With me I will take a piece of each and everyone one of you, tucked away safely, to remind me that I am never truly alone.

Without those chosen people in our lives it would be very hard to create a life worth living.

The next time we converse I will be in Thailand . . .

Well if they actually let my very heavy, very over-packed suitcase on the aeroplane . .

BON VOYAGE

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