The scribbling here on Youthblog has always been a mix of Youth Ministry and a personal blog (with a huge overlap given that youth work/ministry is the lens through which I often observe my life) and I sometime wonder about what the balance should be. So far it seems to have lurched along retaining some sort of coherence, at least this is my conclusion given that some readers are friends who are not connected with youth work, some readers connect only in the arena of youth work and some people are either both (or have come to be). Furthermore, all of these groups and sub groups seem to happily continue to read the blog from time to time via a Feed or 'actually' visiting
That was a bit of a pre-amble, I was thinking aloud about the fact this is a purely personal entry and the place of this.
It's been my birthday in the last few days and the same day saw my dad dying. (The same day in fact that Dad's mum (my Nan) died many years ago on my 18th Birthday). I now find myself to be 43 and a newly become orphan. As well as mourning my dad I am also feeling that loss of connection to the past quite profoundly.

Charles Macdonald
1931 - 2010
The man I was proud to call Dad
For my birthday each year during the life of the blog I've added to a kind of semi-random autobiographical 'snap-shots of life' list . It feels a little self-indulgent but hey there are bigger blog-offenders out there. You'll find '43' in the extended entry if you wish to look.
Shalom



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