Rekindling the flame - In the name of Thiago - Day 30





It’s been a funny old day. Like a lot of people in regular office-based employment I never used to be a big fan of Mondays. The thing about grieving though is that there’s no let-up. I also feel it at the end of the week as well to be fair.

A lot of people I know and work with live for the weekends, I suppose I used to as well, but while I need the break come Friday I don’t have that same euphoric feeling associated with some time after 2 at the end of the week. The one thing I want more than anything is something that I will never be able to have. And that ladies and gents, is excruciatingly painful and more than just a bit shit.

Right enough of that, for now at least, what else happened today? Well as some of you may already know, it would have been Thiago’s first birthday tomorrow. I’ll write more about that tomorrow, as Angelica and I have our own planned commemoration for our beautiful boy.



With that date almost upon us though, it has meant that it’s been a good time to talk to people about Thiago’s life. Today I was talking to Danny Pike at BBC Radio Sussex (hence the choice of picture today) about my son and how I plan to honour his name this summer,

Some of you will know, maybe even remember, that some 20 years ago I was a reasonably competent sports broadcaster, employed on a freelance basis by the beeb at BBC Southern Counties Radio as it was then. Well this morning I was interviewee rather than interviewer on Danny’s show and though it was tough to do, I’m glad I did it. You can listen to the interview if you’d like to here. It starts at 1:09 on the timeline.

It’s been a busy old day one way or another and I’m feeling pretty tired. I don’t know how I’m going to feel tomorrow, I’m guessing it’ll be horrible and I’ll cry a lot but it’s a day, just like all the others, that needs to happen. I’m just going to deal with it as best I can and carry on. Good night all.

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