Into the light.

The past week and a half have been a bit of a blur.

On the way to see Admiral Fallow with Allan, Robyn & Ryan I got a call from Dave asking if I'd film the fashion show that he and Morna were part of that Friday (This was on the Tuesday).

"But I don't have a camera."
"One will be provided."

I said I'd go in the next day and check out the equiptment, see if I thought I could do it. The next day came and I went to the Town Hall and met Dave outside, he led me upstairs and into the Out of the Darkness office. I was given the camera and we went off to figure out how it worked, something which didn't take long at all. I agreed to film and then left.

It was upon agreeing that seemed to set the blur going. Thursday was rehearsals, which I filmed. Friday was the show, which I filmed and was there for most of the day. Saturday I slept, Sunday quiz. Monday, I went back in to start editing, Tuesday, I met Morna for pancakes at Robyn's, before going back to the Town Hall and helping her devise something for ODTC. Wednesday, more editing and Thursday, even more editing*.

I got a text from Morna asking what the plan was for tonight and saying that she missed the office today and I am too.

I haven't been paid for any of the filming/editing (and won't be). But honestly, I'd happily go into the office every day, just to hang out. I've never been around so many people, in a 'work' environment and found myself smiling so much.

Midnight, not a sound from the pavement

The happiest memories are of moments that ended when they should have.  ~Robert Brault

I hate it when people get stuck in the past, unable to move forward with their lives, unable to let go of the things they enjoyed when they were little. 

I know people who constantly talk about things that have happened. To a point where it's no longer fun to reminisce any more. It's a chore to listen to the stories you once shared with them, the good times you once had. 

However, memories -- my memories are really important to me and something that I feel should be important to everyone. People just need to not be afraid to make new ones.

I had a dream last night, that I was talking to my Granda, my Granda is dead now, but before he died he'd been ill for a long time. He had Huntington's, because of this, his speech was never great and towards the end was almost non existant. However, in the dream, although still having Huntington's, he could still talk coherently. 

I'm not sure how the subject came up, but we were talking about something that had happened in his life and he started talking about it. I asked him some other questions and he started answering them, until a point where I told him I was going to write them down, and so I did. I went and got my laptop and started asking him more questions. Noting down the answers he gave. The idea that I was documenting his life both for his sake and my own was a good feeling. The fact that these memories were being shared and could be shared again.

I woke up though...