Thanks Celtic my dear sweet one. Today is the anniversary of my brain bleed which as you know, killed me a few times. On the day of the accident, Celtic and I had lunch together and I remember staring with great conviction that something big was going to happen in my life and it would be for the better. Celtic left to do another message and I recall her looking back at me with a look that said 'I love you'(I also have a photographic memory through all the years before we got together)

I remember way before the accident, myself and my girlfriend at the time went to visit Celtic, her partner of 8 yeas and their son. Celtic was not home from work yet so her partner bid us indoors to wait. I knew then that this visit wasn't previously arranged judging by the annoyance of Celtics then partner...she also didn't like my girlfriend at the time. I focused on playing with the child and left the other two to stare each other out!
When Celtic bounced through the door, she went straight to the wee fella to give him lots of loves...the tension became even stronger than before more. Celtic being Celtic brought the tension down with her banter and carry-on.
She then asked me if I wanted to go out for a smoke in the yard out back, I shyly mumbled in agreement and of we went. I recall the very moment I fell in love...she lit my fag for me, chatted in an attempt to make me feel at ease. I must confess that for two thirds of the conversation, I couldn't understand her accent. But stood there nodding and smiling like an ejeet.
Home time encroached and Celtic offered to drive us home. During the short drive, I was to be caught looking at Celtic in the mirrow..I blushed and said very little.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FXJwVyotrMk


When me and my ex walked through my door...I ran to my bedroom and (cried hard, when my ex asked me why all the tears. I lied and she accepted the lies. The reason why I was so distraught was that, 'that' other woman had my life, I should have been the one that Celtic came home to. Nothing could console me. From that day onwards, there would hardly be a day about the thief of my life...I could recall an emptiness in Celtics eyes and all I wanted to do was wrap her in a blanket, tuck her up in bed and fill her with as much love and comfort as I could manage
After about a year that chat, I found myself still smarting because I thought I had missed whatever window of opportunity and I would never get another chance.



After my hysterectomy, I had some comfort from friends who took me to there homes and pampered the life of me. The Girlfriend at the time was in Spain(supposedly with her Mom to sort things out)with another woman who she had been seeing behind my back. Once this information was departed to me, it appeared that everyone came forward to tell me what a fool I had been. And some more things to boot.

After the operation, I went to ground. One little lass would call on me to see if I needed anything. She also asked if she could bring a friend with her on the next visit and I had no problems with that. The day Celtic arrived at my door…I marvelled about how big and strong she was. After a little while we were dating and, this was all about providing comfort.

About three to four months into our romance(one of the extraordinary of my life) as I mentioned, were Celt left to do some errands. I wanted to order some food and by the time a waitress came, I couldn’t speak, wrote down an apology and left. Apparently I was being watched by two door men, who had witnessed me being coherent…I don’t remember falling, died three times on the road, once in the ambulance and once in theatre.

I recall with tiredness, that I was indeed letting go. I wasn’t afraid…something caught my eye in a darkened corrihanks Celtic my dear sweet one. Today is the anniversary of my brain bleed which as you know, killed me a few times. On the day of the accident, Celtic and I had lunch together and I remember stating with great conviction that something big was going to happen in my life and it would be for the better. Celtic left to do another message and I recall her looking back at me with a look that said 'I love you'(I also have a photographic memory through all the years before we got together)

I remember before the accident, myself and my girlfriend at the time went to visit Celtic, her partner of 8 yeas and their son. Celtic was not home from work yet so her partner bid us indoors to wait. I knew then that this visit wasn't previously arranged judging by the annoyance of Celtics then partner...she also didn't like my girlfriend at the time. I focused on playing with the child and left the other two to stare each other out!
When Celtic bounced through the door, she went straight to the wee fella to give him lots of loves...the tension became even stronger than before more. Celtic being Celtic brought the tension down with her banter and carry-on.
She then asked me if I wanted to go out for a smoke in the yard out back, I shyly mumbled in agreement and of we went. I recall the very moment I fell in love...she lit my fag for me, chatted in an attempt to make me feel at ease. I must confess that for two thirds of the conversation, I couldn't understand her accent. But stood there nodding and smiling like an emit.
Home time encroached and Celtic offered to drive us home. During the short drive, I was to be caught looking at Celtic in the mirrow..I blushed and said very little.

When me and my ex walked through my door...I ran to my bedroom and cried hard, when my ex asked me why all the tears. I lied and she accepted the lies. The reason why I was so distraught was that, 'that' other woman had my life, I should have been the one that Celtic came home to. Nothing could console me. From that day onwards, there would hardly be a day about the thief of my life...I could recall an emptiness in Celtics eyes and all I wanted to do was wrap her in a blanket door, this something turned out

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQw7YZwnjK8

to be Celtic in a bright orange blouse. I knew then that I must not die…that there was something yet that I had to fulfil and I started to claw my way back. Celtic never left my bedside. I could only recognise her and not my immediate family for a few weeks. I believed it was 1986 and that they were keeping my baby from me. Bit by bit, I slowly recovered…I believe with out a shadow of a doubt, that if Celtic had not been present, I surly would have chosen to die.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qpVM_az0Zjw

Each night before I lay down to rest, I implored with Jesus for you Celtic to stay a little younger and innocent to be safe.
I have many horror stories…but what has changed the most is to hand ones will and life over to the boss and in doing so, with the care of Celtic. Just as I am crying and praying for change.

It’s true that we all have let our tempers go to rage in seconds…but even at the worst times, you were funny.

So, all things considered, it changed how I looked at the world, my life, almost everything. I was desperate need to step back from this trauma,
And most of the timers it Celtic who talks me round(my bi-polar is playing havoc at the moment…the peaks and troughs are pretty scary and don’t require anything to set off an episode),
In BWS land, I know that sometimes stuff has been said by myself…about all in all the support and love I have in my life, yet I doubt it. Granted, it has not been so bad . My life has been charmed..and has given me a lot to give

For Michelle
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=22kPiPILteQ
No matter what we have been through together. We now have the abilitiy to turn dreams into something tangent. Offering light to an otherwise dull existence. Michelle you owe me nothing, but I treasure you for keeping me alive.
Tu Aman Chara

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=22kPiPILteQ