Good Friday

Supposedly the saddest day in the Christian calendar.

In real time it is 22 July and just got back from Greece.

It is getting increasingly interesting catching up with my blips; trying to remember the mood and thoughts of the particular day in the past whilst so much has happened in between.

Sometimes the timing and the similarities in the mood are astonishing.

Those closer to God say that each Friday is sorrowful, and I guess we all had our moments.

Last Friday (in real time) has been all about "goodbyes". How easy is to say it, not once but two and three times, when you just don't like something and how amazingly impossible when you know you have to.