A journey...

This time two years ago I was sat in a hospital waiting room, thinking of all the things I would tell my Dad if he got better...or say at his funeral if he got worse. Today I find myself on a train for work. A place I always find myself being thoughtful and reflective a place I cant escape from if I am feeling sad - over the last two years I have cried on a number of buses and trains - today is no different. The weather was gloomy when I got on the train, the sun started shinning when I got upset - true or not true, it was my Dad telling me to keep my chin up and keep smiling.