Today would have been Dad's 65th birthday. It got to all of us a bit; we went to his former workplace and laid some roses next to his memorial plaque/tree. It's always strange going back there, I have vivid childhood memories of going to his shop and hanging out all day, and going to the post office, and the park, and generally being free. It's only now, as an adult, that I realise what incredibly amazing times they were. Maybe I should have shown my appreciation more at the time, I don't know.
Emotional day, another landmark since his passing...just Father's Day to deal with and then I think that's the whole 'firsts' set ticked off. Harsh times. Very harsh.
Yet throughout this whole family day my phone has been buzzing with emails and messages constantly...everything is happening. David is booking some really great acts for our stand-up shows in July (that will both bring the best comedians to Cambridge and equally make money for charity), Griff has signed an act to our label (which I agreed to, obviously), chatting to Katie about the soap opera and and how we can make it work even though she's London-based and only in Cambridge every now and then (but she's such a wonderful actress I just have to bring her in, somehow), we've booked up time to finish, rehearse and perform the musical with Claudia and Marcel which I'm scripting - that'll premiere for 2 nights in Cambridge at the end of June (and they want to take it to the Edinburgh Fringe), I've arranged a meeting with Emma to discuss about five million projects. Everything is piling up.
Evening gig with Claudia and band was fine, a lot of waiting around and a short set, but an appreciative, listening audience. A14 shut on the way home, the 20 minute journey took 70. Got back and finished episode 10 of the soap opera, including the 'really big scene' which takes everything up a notch.
An old friend of Dad's was talking to us earlier; he told us how he used to tell my dad off for still going into work despite being so incredibly ill. Dad simply responded with, "you know me, it's what I do."
I think he'd be quite proud of my schedule right now.
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