Some days can be really bad. Some can be the worst ever. Some days are the bleakest ever where nothing goes right, and I wonder what I’m still doing here. 

Days like Thursday, though make everything go away. Days like today redeem though bad days and make me realise that I’m here for a reason. I’m here to embrace and I’m here to savour the little moments and the feelings, and the chances.
On Thursday, I was asked if I would be the Godfather to Sarahs baby, dependant on if the father approved. This was the last thing I was expecting and took me by surprise. It was one of the best surprised I’ve had in a long time.

I understand that this is a big, bit thing. Bigger than the small things that I’ve been focusing on, that deep down, I knew wouldn’t work.

This request that’s been made of me has woken me up from the waking coma my life has been in lately, and its made me realise that there are people out there that, I guess, really like and trust me still.

 As you can tell, I’m over the moon. Filled with happiness. Filled with excitement. When Sarah announced she was pregnant, I was excited for her, but knowing I’m going to be connected in some small way to this new life, this new person with so much potential and a bright future ahead of it has completely blown me away.

 My new lease of life. This request has also come at the definitive end of a chapter in my life.

I met Ruth as a friend, and we went to KFS for a chicken burger and sat and listened to music. Ruth used to say she loved doing that with me. We then went to a posh pub called China Gardens, as again, she used to love doing this with me. The aim of the evening was to see if I could relight the fire, even just to get a spark that used to exist between us.

It didn’t work, however, and i knew that that was it.

 
The party I had agreed to DJ at for Ruths friend Micha came and Ruth never turned up. The party, of course, was a great success, but if the meeting with Ruth was the last page turning, then the day after was the cover of the book closing. She will be going to Nottingham University and wants a new start to her life, with nothing connecting her to the past. As I’m a fairly significant part of her past now, being her first real boyfiend, then I can’t be in her new life the way I want to be. That sealed it.

Its done.   

I just want to take a few minutes to go back to my new cohost. We’re aiming to be on the air some time in October 2009 on a new radio station. I’ve known Jess for a while now as we’ve worked together for 6 months. We’ve grown as friends, and her boyfriend as even hinted that he wants me to use my ordination to marry the two of them. Jess is one of my best friends now, and I feel that me being the friend I am, I want to look after her and Aiden, her boyfriend through a difficult time.

Jess’ mum has become really ill, and I’m praying for her.
Jess knows I’m there for her, just like I always will be, because I know she’d do the same for me. She’s already helped me so much after Ruth. Being there for them is the very, very least I can do.

 
The week before meeting Ruth, I saw history almost repeat, I met a new friend, and saw two that I haven’t seen in about 8 years. It was the time of the year when the University of Derby Students’ Union elected its student representatives.

My good friend, and former housemate ran for President.
The top spot in the union. As he had been a Vice President in the past, we thought this would stand him in good stead, but the students didn’t see it this way, and he wasn’t elected. After a bit of time out, we decided to make the best of the night. And partied the hardest we could. I made a new friend, Leoni Sullivan, who dances amazingly. After the night passed, we vowed we’d meet again and do it all over.

The next day, I drove to Leeds to see two people I hadn’t seen since I was a young Corporal in the Air Corps. Chantelle and Selina. It was Selinas birthday, and after getting lost in the city, twice, and struggled to find a parking space, I found the girls and their family. (I actually arrived before Chantelle)

Leeds is an amazing place and I had a brilliant time. I was even shown some of the shadier parts of the city, but I knew I was in safe company.

 
A strange thing happened on the way home. At a service station, I got back into my car, and noticed a pain in my stomach.
I brushed it off as being a pulled muscle from dancing with Leoni, but as the days went on, the pain got worse. It turns out I had a stomach infection called H-Pylori. As far as health goes, I can’t get a break. 

I know I’ve mentioned old stories ending, and new chapters and new beginnings happening.

A good friend from my time as an Air Cadet who I’d consider a fantastic friend, came to the end of his service on Thursday. Naturally, we went out to celebrate the end of this era.

It was a super fantastic night, and I was once again sober due to antibiotics. I rediscovered Kalibur, and realised why I’d given it up in the first place. Kalibur is alcohol free beer, and it tastes foul. The Becks equivalent is much, much nicer.

Alan also started something new. One of the barmaids that works at one of our local haunts and he got together, and it looks like there will be a date.

 

This puts me back in the elite niche that I was so used to before; “The only single person in my close friendship group"

So, there we go. Full circle. Another chapter done, both physically and litterally.

It feels as though I’m about to start a brand new day. The new son is about to rise, and I feel that I’m going to love every minute of it.