How does one make an introduction when he hates talking about himself? Hm, I know, I’ll tell you what convinced me to give up everything to write. We’ll see how that goes because it’s something only I know.
It started with a Death.
I have a bad memory bordering on terrible, so when events stick in my mind, they’re significant. Peta was there from the start. She still is in one way or another.
One of my first memories of school was the day the headmaster announced during assembly that Peta’s father had died of a brain haemorrhage or something equally terrible. We were to give her space and respect. At six one’s comprehension of such things is sketchy, but we tried.
It was particularly cruel on Peta because she was brilliant. Clever, pretty, talented — she played the flute even then — she was everything I was not. Self-confidence and low self-esteem are something I’ve always struggled with, whether people realised it or not, yet Peta exuded and shared them. She had everything going for her until that day and then had it all taken away.
Despite this she returned to be an ever-present in my school life all the way through high school. She even dated a friend. I liked Peta a lot and I reserve such things for a rare few.
I met Peta in a D.I.Y store a decade later completely out of the blue. She smiled and we talked as though no time had passed at all. She was training to be a journalist and believe me when I say, I Know she’d have gone right to the top. She was following her dreams; I was not. We said our goodbyes, and that was that.
Several years later, when I was in my mid-thirties, Peta’s ex-boyfriend happened into the shop I worked at. In the midst of our discussions he asked if I knew about Peta. I didn’t. He went on to tell me a headache — she suffered with them the same as me — had grown so bad they admitted her to hospital. She died there. I was devastated.
Hearing that news made me reevaluate. I’d lost friends before, but no death had impacted on me like hers. It wasn’t meant to be. It was wrong. She deserved better. How could a butterfly like her lose her life, (just like her father before her,) a potentially spectacular life over?
It finished with a Death.
That was it for me. No more. I would not do what others wanted me to, nor persist in unhappiness: I wanted to write, I was good at it, and didn’t need anyone to tell me. So that’s exactly what I did. I planned and planned and then left. As I’ve said in other posts, I gave up everything and gained much more. At heart, I have Peta to thank and pray that one day I’ll be able to tell her.
So there you go the absolute truth. You’ve probably heard stranger but you won’t hear truer.
Thank you for reading
Richard
PS. Don’t let life slip you by, it’s short. I know.
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Reblogged this on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo.
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Thanks for sharing Sue 😀 XX
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Always a pleasure, Chris. Xx
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Thank you, Sue, I’m very grateful.
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🙂
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Chris’ guest author, Richard Ankers tells how he started writing
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Thanks for reblogging Suzanne 😀
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Thank you for the reblog. 🙂
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Reblogged this on Richard M. Ankers and commented:
Chris allowed me the opportunity to appear on his wonderful blog. I hope you find what I revealed (nobody knew) interesting.
Richard.
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There are few things that impact on your life like a sudden death. My dad died in exactly this way 18mths ago. It gives perspective, I’m heartened you managed to take something positive from it.
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Thanks, Nicola, and I’m sorry about your dad.
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It’s easier now, however, it hadn’t occurred to me until this morning that it might be hereditary! 😳
Time to shed the corporate bindings and make wholesale changes! Bankruptcy here I come!
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Happiness and your health come first.
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With the name of PETA, she will live on.
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She sure will.
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The death of my father and a brush with cancer focused my mind, much I think, as the death of your friend focused yours. We only get one chance at this, to be our best selves. Truly, we have to make it count.
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You’re absolutely right.
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🙂
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Thanks for reblogging 😀
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Thank you! Have a nice weekend!
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You too 😃
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Thank you.
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Some of life’s most valuable lessons are also the most painful. I’m sorry for the loss of your friend, and I can hear in your words how profoundly it changed you. May you hold your friend in your heart forever, and never forget how special she was.
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Thanks, Marcia. I’ll definitely never forget her.
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Loved your story. Everyone gets a wake up call and mine was in the form of dreams.
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Thank you very much.
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Thanks for reblogging Charles 😀
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Thank you for the reblog, Charles. I’m very grateful.
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You’re welcome. Happy to reblog.
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