"Hold on to what is good, even if it's a handful of earth. Hold on to what you believe, even if it's a tree that stands by itself. Hold on to what you must do, even if it's a long way from here. Hold on to your faith, even if it's easier to let go. Hold on to God's hand."
It's an app that sends out random messages, but today, this really struck a cord. Watching the tears of people yesterday, some of whom were there for cadets, not even adults yet, but still RAF family, listening to the words of the sermon, about remembering and what it means, and just being with other people who were not only in the same situation as I was in, but cared so incredibly much about themselves and the others in that situation, was an amazingly powerful moment.
And that was one long and confusing sentence. I hope that made sense.
We had a good trip down there, went straight to the church, and the service was fantastic. It was.... mindblowing.
I will write it later, properly with pictures, but last night I did it for BG so she knew as soon as possible. I haven't heard anything back, not even a "Thankyou for doing it," but that's the way it is.
I just wish BG could have been to *something* for her father. As it is, she's been to nothing, and whilst perhaps that's easier short term, long term that could be hard. I've sent as many pictures and so on as I could, but it's not the same as being there. On the other hand, I'm glad she's not as upset as the AC - who would wish this pain on a child? He found yesterday really good. I'll put some pictures of what he did up later.
For now, it's showertime!
Busy day ahead - as usual!
