It’s funny to think how personal this blog has
become. Indeed my first post was a pledge for a better lifestyle and yes very
personal but I just wanted somewhere to publish the happenings of my fleeting
youth. Somewhere to dream big and show everyone the progress of my life. But
like you’ve noticed [only if you’ve been reading along], life for me at the
moment is a series of curve balls. Blindsiding me again and again. Though I am
not the only one the world throws fast ones at, I live alongside friends and
family that too live through trials and tribulations.
And yesterday was a fuck of a day. No rest for the
wicked. It started with the hard task of looking after two of the most
beautiful girls in the world whilst pretty much being in a ‘house of glass’.
They are ages Three to Six and are always full to the brim with excitement and
joy - yet with every bout of fun they had was the possibility of their breaking
something. Definitely a stressful place to be in for five hours but I guess I
slept through two of them.
Meanwhile on the same day, the stress of my darling friends
was nothing short of tenfold. They had to experience one of the hardest moments
in anyone’s life and that was saying Good Bye to one of the most amazing men
that I have ever met. Their father: Wiley Reed. Papa Reed was a man of soul and
substance. He was an extremely talented musician and he struck the heart of
every person that had the honour of being in his audience. Once he became your
friend you were nothing short of being another member of the family. And from
what I heard, he was the cutest father to boot. I was so glad to hear that
during the week before his passing that his musician family of friends were
there right until the end. Surrounding Wiley and his family with the love and support
that they so needed and in their own unique way.
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| Papa Reed |
The surrealism of his death still lingers and the
heartstrings pulled are still yet to slacken but there is such a sense of
celebration in the air. The only way to continue on with our lives with this
sense of loss is to realise why this sense is striking. The only way to put it
into words is that he who we lost was truly one of a kind. Wiley lead a remarkable
life, with remarkable people and this we should celebrate.
