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When I was just a young one, A tiny, wobbling thing. You were always there for me, You taught me everything. I'm crying as I write this, You're beautiful, but you disagree.
The 90s were my favourite,so much change and fun. Started with gcse's leaving school,sitting in the sun. Was a junior manager at tesco plenty of cash to spend.
It's painful being me on a daily basis. My mum was my best friend, my soul mate, my enemy all rolled into one person, this made her one brilliant person.
This is a short story about a very special lady.. In 2005 i first met her, i have never met any other quite like her, she was kind, considered, emotional, generous, funny and amazing.
Here goes my official 1st Opussian Blog...I'm going in. Don't you just hate those people who seem so organised all the time.
It was all good so far..
As a friend you were loving. Strong, fun, spontaneous. Foolish, eccentric and sociable. As a mother you were cold. Weak, unhappy, unpredictable. Embarrassing, scatty and lonely.
We are a family ripped apart by death. To call us a family would be a gross overstatement. We are three beings, tied loosely by a common name and home, oblivious to each others’ existence.
I don't know if anyone is even interested in what I write. Each time something a little different. But now I thought I'd tell you a little bit about me.
I can't even write poetry, I'm too upset. Heartbroken. Almost desperate. It's silly, it's not even a real thing, you and me. It's like a weird, hit-and-miss, non-relationship.
The creation theory is something that has, as far as I can remember, been an idea that has both captured and tormented my imagination.
~ Ok, I've filed this under story, but it's more of a non-fiction recount; a sort of memory reconstruction. I hope you all like it.
I'm adding a short(ish) bio giving my last 40 odd years. Born in NE Scotland in the year of the monkey and the Tet offensive, to parents of military stock, which happened to be a precursor.
On my journey to work over the years, I have befriended a man of great integrity, whom I hold a fist- full of admiration for.
Vi började lite trevande med socker men kom snart fram till att det inte var något för oss. Året var 1993 och jag var 17 år. Det var inte kärlek vid första smutten, det var doften.. Aromen.
We head out the door. I get in the car. It's a bit of a drive, so I put my headphones in and play something to set the mood, "Rues Farewell" a track from the Hunger Games.
Everything written here is completely based on truth, but to keep identities of my family and friends safe I have changed the names. I have also added things which I thought to myself.
Well it's Easter Sunday. Which means 2000 odd years ago, according to the Christian faith, Jesus rose again on the 3rd day. So we eat eggs. Chocolate eggs.
Greetings and Salutations. Hi everybody (or nobody seeing as how no one yet knows I'm doing this opuss thing.) Why opuss you ask.