The world is your oyster

Death and grief are crap, there is no doubt about it.

In the beginning there are people around to keep you going, and kind words and fucking thoughts and prayers, however, he is still dead. He was dead yesterday and he will be dead tomorrow. So shove your stages of grief up your jacksy, because there are no stages. There are waves of overwhelming shit that engulf your every move and thought, and no way to escape them.

Then there comes a time - well there was for me - when you have a choice. Stay and wallow, or go out and try to put some meaning back.

I chose travel, and because I'm an all or nothing person, I chose to travel around the world.

I am beyond grateful to have the means to do this, and to be able to share my journey.

For my own reasons, I chose not to publicise my trip. I didnt need any more well wishing or sad side glances. I needed to work out who the fuck I am and where the fuck do I fit into the new reality.

HUGE thank you to my kids for holding the fort and taking the responsibilities away from me while I jaunted off. I can never repay you, and love you more eternally.

And more huge thanks for the understanding friends who have supported me through some dark days and some absolute gems of joy.

So this is not being written in real time - I'm catching up and posting the travel, and hopefully some of the good and bad bits, now that I have been away from home for almost 3 months.

The posts will contain bad language, becuse I contain bad language, and will also not have any warnings about the sad bad or outrageous content.

So buckle up or scroll by....