Saturday, 25 June 2011
Accidental Bus Driver Suffers His Greatest Accident In Life
It is an unremarkable jellyfish, washed up on the shore. But as you will notice, its internal organs seemed to be in the shape of a cross. A purple cross, in fact not far removed from the St Cuthbert's Cross that you will see in Durham Cathedral, a place which I have strong connections with and feel is like my second home.
You can read what you like into this. A sign? A coincidence? Just a jellyfish. It will mean something different to everyone.
The day before yesterday my father was killed in a car crash.
It has been a torrid time for me, my family and all who know me. It has been cushioned by the most amazing outpouring of shock, grief, love and humanity to which me and my family have been privileged to witness in our lifetime. I cannot walk outside my door without someone appearing out of nowhere with a hug or a squeeze, some tears, or some flowers, and words either verbal or written.
I am truly grateful for two things.
1. Having a magnificent father who was loved by all and leaving a legacy of kindness and respect.
2. Living in an area and a country where the people are so caring, loving and kind. In all the bad press we read about, there is still an underlying greatness and warmth in Britain,.
So, that's enough of that. I am writing to all my kind readers to say that the Accidental Bus Driver is taking a small break. You will not want to read about the day to day happenings of someone going through a legal process rather than driving buses.
But I will be back. With more of the same. It's hard to teach an old dog new tricks.