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“Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt”
I have to remind myself of that sometimes. In less flamboyant language though, obviously (that Shakespeare was a bugger for words & shit). But I find myself doubting myself, or more accurately, my ability to do things. It’s foolish. [...]

So that was it. My Uncle Dave was gone. Wow!
It was the funeral I didn’t think I’d have to go to for a long, long time. Even with all of the illness of the last few years, I still didn’t think I’d have to go to his funeral. Not for a good few years yet.
My [...]

I wasn’t ready at all.
None of us were.
He was fighting the Leukemia. Fighting it like the stubborn, obstinate bloke that we all knew him to be and loved him for. Since the bone marrow transplant in May he hadn’t been the best and was really ill, but we had been forewarned to expect this though [...]

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