Minefield

Most people think that birthdays and funerals are like poles apart but I starting to look at them thinking that they are the same - that they both celebrate the gift of life. Staring at a blank piece of canvas trying to convince myself that my relationship with my dad cannot be defined by pieces of design that I can do for him.

Its like a minefield of emotions and I think tripped them all today. Can't even type well nowadays. So be it.