| my favourite picture ever. this is myself, my dad and my matty... in that order (except yeah thats right to left) even though the title was wrong, i wasnt thinking straight at the time. i've chosen to feature this because its the most important picture i have, because it reminds me of everything that was once good, and because its such a huge part of me |
| They say home is where the heart is, and if that's true then this is most certainly where my home will always be. This photo was taken just below my mothers house as the sun was going down over the pass to Bantry one day, and for me it pretty much sums up my home, the beauty of west cork in all its rural magnificence! for me this picture reminds me that there are beautiful places in the world, and it will always be my home. |
Now And ForeverFive years, the blink of an eyeNow And Forever by ~samjo27
And time continues to pass, every day
Fades into the next, I close my eyes
And half a decade has gone already
As if not a moment has passed
I miss you every day.
And time will continue to pass
And days and weeks slip into months and years
Every second without your light a world
Yet gone before I know it, it's been
So long without your smile, your infectious laugh
Is gone forever now.
And five years has come, finally, life moves on
Your granddaughter grows, plays and laughs
She will grow knowing your name and all
The stories you told me, as time goes on
I know I'll keep your memory alive and
Kno
SisterI travel those miles, deep in the night and coldSister by ~samjo27
Where no-one goes, the world sleeps around me and I
Enter that world, become myself, I recide in the dark
Become one with a society outside my own, but so much more
Let it take me, let go and flow with the words and thoughts
That spill around, and then I meet you.
And you touch me, deeper and closer than anyone before
Walk into my life, and straight into my heart and I know
That you fit there, stay deep within the folds of my warm embrace
Share my thoughts with you, I know you'll never judge just
Talk me down, you seem to understand the words I barely
Understand myself, help them mak
class of 2007 leaving certificate  the class photo we all get taken. this is up here to remind me of school, of the happy times. and because even though i look shit i think it represents how everyone can be brought together, how we're all connected at one point. and how when it comes to it even so many different types of people can band together to create something beautiful |
| Sometimes you find one person in your life who influences you more than anything, who truly does help create who you are. For me, that man was one Kevin Robert Gibbons, who was born on 4 June 1955 and died on 3 September 2007. Kevin Gibbons was my father, and a good man. He loved his friends above all else, and his extended family, through his cousin Christine and her children. And of course through me, his only daughter, and my brother and sister. Even though they werent his children, and he never even lived with them, he treated Jake and Tania like his own, never judged them for anything, was always so proud of them. He loved fishing, and swimming, and being outdoors. he was a happy man, always had a smile on his face and a laugh in his eye. He had his problems, but he never let them bring him down, prefering to make his way onwards and upwards, always striving to make others happy. He was one of the few people I ever met who could name every bird, animal, tree and other plant you might pass, and he took pride in that. He taught me so much over the years, and I will never, not until the day I die, forget him. Sometimes I wonder, would he be proud of who I am now. And I know the answer. I know that no matter what I did he would always be proud, because I was his daughter, and everything I ever did made him happy. He loved that I was a musician, loved that I showed some interest in what he loved most. But at the same time, he loved that I was my own person too, apreciated my passion for reading, writing and the arts. He was illiterate, he never learned to read, but that never hindered him in his life. He had a few people who he trusted to help him fill out forms, and he loved nothing better than to sit with me of an evening while I read to him from whatever book we happened to be reading at the time. He always loved the fantasy novels best, The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings being two of his all time favourites. He had them on cassette, along with copies of the inheritance books, but he always prefered me to read the stories aloud to him. He respected all the choices I, and anyone else made, and he didnt judge people. He took people on face value and loved them for who they are. He will never, ever be forgotten by those who knew him, and he will always be loved and held in our hearts. At his funeral, we had a party as a wake, and at the end of the night my mother picked up the acoustic and started playing, and all 20 of us that were left stood up and started singing. And at the end, we all said goodbye. These are the lyrics we sang. Another turning point a fork stuck in the road Time grabs you by the wrist directs you where to go So make the best of this test and dont ask why Its not a question but a lesson learned in time Its something unpredictable but in the end is right I hope you have the time of your life So take the photographs the still frames in your mind Hang them on a shelf of good health and good times Tatoos of memories and dead skin on trial For what its worth it was worth all the while Its something unpredictable but in the end is right I hope you have the time of your life Its something unpredictable but in the end is right I hope you have the time of your life Kevin Robert Gibbons, 4 June '55 to 3 September '07 Even In Death May You Be Truimphant |
| My first and most important Tattoo. It reads KR HA 2007, with leaves in place of the 0's, and represents my father and daughter, Kevin Robert and Holly Amelia, who both died in 2007. I chose to put this piece up on my front page as it says a lot about me as a person, and shows the most important things in my life in an art form. Dad, Holly, you will never be forgotten  |
proud mummy
no longer anorexic poet photographer occasional sketcher my daughter, Aisling music writing photography poetry fanfics reading my friends busking pochinnos hot chocolate peace park days leicester with my friends sims playing my music trad ceili ireland 
i'm goood <3 hows you? about to upload a picture of her and planning on coming over to ireland for a visit some time in the new year xxx
You feeling alright after everything? Yikes, it's been a whole week now! tbh it was easier than i thought it would be, and being a mum is the most amazing feeling in the world people say its hard or that its difficult to get used to, but it seems to just come naturally. we move into our house this weekend too so then we'll really be able to settle down and get things going 
i feel like i've achieved so many... i dunno... different things to everyone else 
xx
Have a lovely day
it means a lot to know that people still read that, and still see how much he meant to us, and to be honest that was why i left it up there... because as long as at least one person can get an idea of how much of a hero he was, then it was worth it in the end Have a lovely day 
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ing one of my sheep pics! 
