Today has been a day of sadness for me.It is four years since my step-dad, Simon, passed away. But as I was reminded by a couple of lovely people Simon wouldn't have wanted me to be sad. They're right, he wouldn't.
Instead I have tried to focus on the good stuff. The happy memories, him as a person. He was a very unique person, so childlike sometimes in his view of the world. Simon was a dreamer and a believer. He believed in us, he always encouraged us and he believed in himself too.
Simon was an artist and as I'm sure many of you know it can be difficult to get your work out there and recognised. He never stopped trying, for every rejection or lack of communication he would simply change tack and try a different avenue. In an odd twist of fate Simon's work was accepted for an exhibition in a local gallery shortly before he died. We went ahead with the exhibition a few weeks later and we were so proud.
I like to believe that somehow, somewhere, Simon is still with us. I hope he knows that I appreciate the time I had with him in my life. Thanks to him and my parents I have grown up with a strong sense of belief. Somewhere along the line it has wavered, but now as I sit here and remember a man who taught me that things are worth fighting for, I have found my belief again.
To achieve what you want out of life you have to believe in it, in yourself. You have to be prepared to fight for it, to make it happen.
I miss Simon very much and it was difficult to write this post but I wanted to share part of who he was and what he meant to me with you.
You have to keep looking for that glimmer of sunlight in an otherwise dark cloudy sky.