Were you still alive, Dad, you would've turned 74 today. Although nine years has passed since you went away, I still miss you - some years seem to be more painful than others for reasons I can't explain.
I wish to write this tribute for you today, Dad. I remember, first of all, how you were born in Malta (from what you told me of course), the second oldest son and third oldest child. You were born just before WW2, and you endured the blitzes which would've felt never-endingly horrendous!
Well my friend and I did go camping the pictures are here We didn't do to badly, with 10 miles on the first day and 15 on the second, the plan was to spend three days and do around 35 miles, but it didn't quite happen. On the first day we were busy following a "path" it was on the ordinance survey map but lead us nicely to a fast river and a deer fence. After climbing down a small cliff to get round the fence, passing the bags down in turns, we found that the path didn't exist in the
I've only just got on-line again and I'll be off in two days!
Finally the snow has melted (ish) and my friend and I are about to go hiking, there's only two of us going and we can only go for three days as she is working after that, and her boyfriend is jealous enough as it is! (No she's not like that) We're planning on heading up past Tomintoul and then doing a loop up the River Avon across the hills and back down another river.
So I hope to have some photos
On my first day of Gerechtigkeit Penance, I learned how lazy I was, and how I had released myself to all things "easy."
On my second day of Gerechtigkeit Penance, I learned of that which is possible, for myself.
On my third day of Gerechtigkeit Penance, I learned I was capable.
On my third day of Gerechtigkeit Penance, I knew something greater than what I desired.
On my fourth day of Gerechtigkeit Penance,
Updated 03-24-2009 at 03:23 PM by SuuT
...To what, to whom, do I owe my capacity for suffering? To what, and to whom, do any of us - the Order of the 'Other'? For that is what, indeed, we are: 'we' fit no mould; 'we' understand no Absolute; and - what is more - 'we' find a vainglorious ring to the sound of the trumpets of "modernity"... what have we to do with the modern? - as recognisers of the Retrogression of the type 'Man'?
We owe no umbrage, nor do we owe a genuflection to what is occurring during the times
Updated 03-22-2009 at 05:56 AM by Aemma
(a spelling oopsie in the title :))