Don't be sorry about my dad, it was 13 years ago, and I'm over the getting upset part, but I do, like everyone else have my moments. I was very close to him, closer to him than my mum or any other member of my family, and when he died it felt like a limb lost!
Times are hard in those circumstances but over the past year have had 3 other member of my family pass away-when you get older it's easier to accept I find, when your younger it's harder to understand.
I write creatively through poetry or general writing when I'm in a certain mood, most of the time is when I think of my dad. Actually he is my inspiration. When I and my little sister where little and he was away on his travels (my parent's were divorced), he would write to us through postcards, detailing all his magical trips, and add beautiful drawings, and sketches to add to our growing imaginations.
His funny little tales, and explosions of humour or excitement would build little worlds for us and we have both come out through the years with skills we didn't believe we had.
My sister is creative through her drawings with everything fashionable, she has this amazing attention to detail that doesn't seem to work when getting ready for anything like work-never on time!, but can work wonderfully well with fashion, or music, or her creative beautiful self.
I on the other hand, developed this instant knack for writing creatively and drawing. I did have a whole scrap book of poetry but an ex-boyfriend through a fit of rage ripped it up and burnt it so all I have now are a few pieces here and there, safely kept from the world!
