Few quick words

Let's continue with the emotional theme of the blog and return to the general funniness and loveliness once the funeral is over.

First things first i would like to say is a big thank you to people who have been in touch since i announced my dad's death on monday night. A lot of private messages, emails, msn messages, text messages and phone calls have flooded through to yours truly.

A lot of people have got in touch who i never thought would and a lot of people i knew would get in touch and support me have been even better than expected. So for that i thank all you people. As i've written before i won't ever ask for support nor will i ever feel i need it but it's very, very comforting knowing you have a lot of people who care and support about you at times like this in your life. So for that i'm eternally grateful.

I've been signed off work since tuesday and begin my annual leave of 2 weeks from this coming monday. So my holidays have fallen in at a good time if thats the best choice of words. The other good thingis i've been kept ultra busy since its all happened. The amount of work you have to do to organise a funeral is unbelieviable. From choice of coffins, to choice of foods and what my dad will actually wear for the occassion are all decisions that have had to be made.

Funeral is on monday at 2:30. If anyone is free and able to come and more importantly wishes to then get in touch with me or anyone who knows me for that matter. A lot of my friends are coming which again is very supportive of them. A lot can't come because of work which is understandable. I wonder why funerals have to take place on a week day....

I wonder how i will actually be at the funeral. Really i haven't a clue what i'll be like. Right now the old Rooney push your emotions to the side/ignore them attitude is present. Maybe this will occur for the rest of my life. A constant denial of things which seeps away for a few brief minutes to sadness that i'll never speak to my dad again or see him in the house in the morning before i shake the thoughts off and carry on with my day. Maybe i'm not mature enough to accept death yet in my life. Or maybe i'm too old now that i've become numb towards the concept of death after this year of utter crap.

The title of this blog the fall of David is how i see this whole year. A fall from grace. A fall from what i did have on January 1st to what i've been left with now. I see the year beginning and i'm in a house looking out the window. As every bad event of the year takes place parts of the house starts to fall away....tiles collapse and cracks appear in the wall before eventually i'm left with just the foundations of the house stripped away. I think the message of this day dream i keep seeing is that this year has stripped away down and has seen my life crash to the ground. But what happens now? Rebuilding must take place. The inevitable happened with my dads' death. Now i must rebuild and regroup.

Rightr now i'm preferring being alone in my room which means a lot of lovely messages have been left with no reply. I mean no offense by this and i will get around to replying to everyone. right now i don't want to talk about whats happened or basically talk about it at all. That's weird...David Rooney has been shut up for once...

Until next time fans. Keep the love.