Father and Son, Part Two

Well the gap between part one and this one has been a big one. Between working and lacking motivation, I've not been blogging so much. Now I don't have work getting in the way, I have more time to blog.

Dad didn't notice the change in me for a good while. There were two reasons for this. One was he only got to see me for 5 or 6 day a month and the other was because when I was visiting him, my problems stayed in Warrington.

Principles

Don't be fooled about the title, this post isn't about my principles. I don't have any of those.

Principles was one of the nicknames I gave to the dog, Prince. Prince would be part of my life for 15 years and he certainly made his mark.

Losing My Little Mort

2012 was supposed to be my year. I'd pushed through therapy. I'd been declared fit for work and I'd been plying my trade doing warehouse temporary jobs for the first couple of months of the year.

Logging onto Facebook that day, I had no idea what I was about to find out.