More Than a TV Show…

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Supernatural was always one of those shows that people used to tell me to watch but I never did until last year (I know, I have regrets about not watching it sooner but life kinda got in the way) Last year was tough, across the board for everyone and I was going through some personal stuff, to help take my mind off things going on I started watching the show and by some miracle (working crazy hours at my full time job and still finding time to fit everything else in) I managed to finish Season 11 a week before Season 12 started.

During the 5 or 6 months that I started watching the show, I have befriended so many people through the fandom and can honestly say, with my hand on my heart, that I’ve never known anything like it. I won’t name other fandoms that I’m part of as I don’t want this to be a whole ‘this fandom is better than that’ or anything but sincerely I have never known anything like it.

My life turned upside in November and I’m still not in the best place. Yesterday I had to have one of the toughest conversations of my life. I put out a call for help on Twitter to the #SPNFamily asking for some positive vibes and was inundated with messages of love and support. Complete strangers offering their time ‘day or night’ and lending an ear. Supernatural isn’t JUST a TV show, it’s a way of life. It’s created a place where during your darkest days you have an entire family supporting you and holding you up. It gave me the strength to do something I didn’t think I could. I have no words for what it meant to me, none that will do it justice.

The cast and fandom embody the the aspects of all that is good in this world and through their generosity and authenticity it encourages others to follow suit and live by the same principles and values. The show, the cast and the fandom mean so much to me. Because sometimes in life you’re blessed with something special, Supernatural isn’t JUST a TV show, it’s a family, it’s a way of life and one I am thankful to be part of.

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Thank you, here’s to hoping 2017 is a better year for the world.

Georgina

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An Open Letter – To My Dad

I wanted to share this, in the hope that anyone else who has lost someone close to them will know they’re not alone or abnormal. Even now 6 years on its not easy, this is my open letter to my dad.

Dear Dad,

It’s still there, the hole you left. People told me I’d get used to it but it still seems to have a flashing neon sign placed above it saying ‘vital piece missing here’ Sometimes I see you when I’m walking down the street and it takes my breath away, and then the faceless stranger turns round and I realise it’s just someone who has your hair or walks the same way. I catch your scent on suited men during my commute to work and I feel the pit of my stomach drop as I remember how my tears caught into the breast of your jacket before it was pulled away and discarded into a black bin bag.

I remember the way everything amplified the day after we said goodbye, like the whole world had stopped breathing, waiting for the moment when it would realise that your foot would never again leave an imprint in the grains of sand on a beach. It waited for you to open your eyes, to make a strong cup of coffee and refuse to throw away your favourite slippers that had holes in the bottom. The book on the fireplace with yellowed pages and glasses resting on top waiting for the owner to pick it up and thumb through the adventures held within. The world waited, and so did I.

I’m still waiting, even after all this time I hope that I will wake up and it would have all been a long and cruel dream, so vivid it felt real. I hope, I sometimes even pray, but my heart weighs heavy with the pain and realisation that it isn’t a dream. A golf ball builds in my throat and warm tears fall from my eyes. I can ask why and say it wasn’t, isn’t, fair but it does no good. I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve fallen to my knees and cried for you. Some people would look and ask if you’re worth it, but those who actually had the pleasure of meeting you, wonderful, precious you, they know that yes, you are. You’re worth all the tears I shed and more. Sometimes I say ‘Dad?’ out loud, and for a moment I expect to hear you respond, but you never do. The word sounds foreign on my tongue now as though the word shouldn’t exist without you here to physically represent it, it feels hollow and empty.

I carry you with me everywhere I go, you surround me on a daily basis. You’re the man who opens the door for the lady struggling with bags, the old couple holding hands on the bus, the young child who looks at the world around him in awe. You’re the selflessness I see in my mother and the strength I see in my brother, you’re the love I see in them both. You’re reflected in the safety and contentment I feel in the arms of my husband William, who I know you would have loved. It’s an injustice that you can’t be here to see me, to see us. Or even see the rain fall from the grey sky only to be followed by the sun. People told me I’d learn to live with the pain, that things would get easier but the more distance that grows between now and that night only seems to make the pain grow stronger, more prominent. I no longer remember what your voice sounds like and I wish I could, I used to be able to recall it so vividly but now I find myself in a sea of confusion with furrowed brow as I try to recall the tone, but try as I might I can’t remember and it’s like losing you all over again.

The terrible thing about death is that it’s hard to explain the departed to someone who never met them. I don’t think I do you any justice when I talk to William about you, I get frustrated as I try to recall every detail of just how special you were, and continue to be, to me and those you who knew you. You were a blessing, and even now as I write this I find myself falling into a panic because I can’t just pick up a phone and hear your voice or get on a train and give you a hug. I wonder sometimes if I told you enough when you were alive what you really meant to me, if I let you know how much I loved you and I don’t believe I did, not enough anyway, not as much as you deserved to be told. The truth is, now you’re gone we’re fractured, broken, we all have pieces missing and I continue to try and be the little pot of glue that holds us all together. But sometimes I wake up and you not being here is just so hard to comprehend that getting out of bed seems like the most strenuous of tasks. It’s hard to be the glue when all you want is for someone to fix you too.

We miss you, every second, every minute, hour, day, week, month and year. Time cannot heal us because this is what love is, it’s the pain as well the joy, the lows as well as the highs. We need to take them hand in hand, because that’s the price we must pay for being blessed with someone like you in our life. You were the best dad and I pity the people who never met you, William, Kim, your future grandchildren (who will be told about you every day) and everyone else who has wandered into our lives since you left.

I don’t know what tomorrow has to hold nor do I hold the foresight to see into my future but I do know this, the space you left in my life when you died will never be filled, I will continue to carry you with me every day in my heart and in my mind. The pain won’t get easier because I will never love you any less, only more.

Forever loving you, your little girl.

Pea

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P.S. I haven’t forgotten your promise, I’ll meet you at the moon.

 

 

 

Lauren Bacall 1924 – 2014

So today we woke up to news that another Hollywood Legend had died. Lauren Bacall had a career spanning seven decades and had acted alongside some of the true greats ever to grace the Silver Screen. We’re talking the likes the of Marilyn Monroe, Kirk Douglas, Gregory Peck and of course, her beloved Humphrey Bogart.

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There’s always been something about that era of cinema that has appealed to me; perhaps I get it from my mum. She used to watch old movies on a Saturday afternoon, and often, I’d watch them with her. Which is where my love and respect for Bette Davis comes from, but that’s a whole other blog post.

It’s often well documented in the media and interviews that actresses have a tougher time than their male counterparts the older they get. So for Bacall to be working till the end, it certainly says a lot about the charisma and skill she had.

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She was an audacious lady, with that husky voice and that infamous look she had. But it was when she was acting opposite her beloved Bogey that you could see some true chemistry at play.

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Today, and indeed, this week has been a sad one for Hollywood and the rest of the world, with the loss of legendary comedian and actor Robin Williams, being announced only yesterday, we now say goodbye to Lauren Bacall at the age of 89.

Lauren Bacall once said ‘I think your whole life shows in your face, and you should be proud of that!’ and proud you should be Lauren. You lived one heck of a life. Now go and rest in peace, and once again be reunited with your true love, Bogey.

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Lauren Bacall 1924 – 2014.