From Funeral Sadness to Audacious Planning.

It's been an eventful week for the lady and I, from her Grandad's funeral in the picturesque surroundings of Cheshire whereby I met the remaining members of her loving family. It was the closeness and harmless banter that struck me such as; 18 year old asks his 50 years young Uncle “How did you get that cut lip?”, “I’d ask your girlfriend” that occurred with hard cases and gentlemen mixing in a boozer that I have missed since my move from the Yorkshire Dales as Birmingham, it’s more likely that the boozer would become over-run with drug dealing.

But the service itself made me think more than any other funeral/event/person of the grim prospect of death whilst some emotional song played (judging by people’s tears) and I stood as per usual glaring at nothing in particular. It makes you think, with the quiet sobbing and 'You'll Never Walk Alone' by an opera singer ringing in your ears, the afterlife and how one shall pass away; will people remember you and if so what for...

So do we use this as a motivation to succeed or is that primarily down to money, fame and a nice house? I personally wish to use the rich complexity of life to educate, inform and raise confidence in the Deaf children and adults with articles, stories with campaigning and youth work too.

Upon my return, I ventured to the University meeting about an Associate Position at the University so maybe even help my peers alongside the mentoring. After all, I may try to establish communications with those I feel the need also those who do not like to admit that they need help then maybe I’d feel I’ve had made a difference to at least one person in my lifetime.

We returned to pack our bags as Residential Services have moved us once again due to redecoration so for the third time in less than two months, we had to move all our extensive amount of things to another block but we did so smilingly knowing in a month's time we shall be in our stylish new student housing. However news filtered through that something appallingly tragic has happened, firstly our new halls mate and dear friend has been held in her own home due to her 7 year old brother contracting swine flu. How can this happen to someone so young, it is shocking how it has spread across the UK.

Then secondly this news item was read by the other person we are to move in with leading to a wave of calls of concern...

http://www.expressandstar.com/2009/07/17/new-flats-blast-fear/

Unbelievable, really. We hope that the courts rule that the Victoria Halls can remain the apex of student housing in the City and that the gas cylinders are moved or the 40 million spent shall be wasted. Why the company ignored the warnings of the Council I shall never know...

We must let it live and in the meantime we shall be visiting associate Mr Cove and other artists at the Birmingham 'Custard Factory' for an exhitibiton.