A somewhat less attractive and much less successful-looking version of Richard Branson sits across from me in the airport lounge. He’s talking to his mother on the phone. He’s not shouting but is talking loud enough that I’m eaves dropping whether I like it or not. Before long I know that his relationship with his Mum has been very strained over the years, but they’ve worked on it and are now fairly close. I also find out that he has children of his own, 35 years and 33 years, Kerry and Daniel respectively. He’s split with their mother and talks with reverie of when the kids were young and the family was close. Neither of the children answer his calls. They don’t want to reconcile their relationship with their Dad the way he obviously did with his Mum. Not at the moment anyway.
As he continues on about the issues with his family, I realise that I’m one of the luckiest people in the world. I have the most incredible friends and family. The idea of not knowing that I’m loved by friends and every member of my family, completely and unconditionally, is something alien to me – and will be now and always.
So this is for my amazing family and friends.
You Are Always There For Me
When a wild wind blows
And I need a place to hide away
You are always there for me
When the cold of ice and snow
Chills my bones and blocks my way
You are always there for me
When the storm clouds’ shadow
Darkens every hour of every day
You are always there for me
You help the light inside me glow
To light the path I choose to take
Walk beside me when I feel alone
Draw lustrous colour landscapes onto pages grey
You are the one thing that I’ll always know
Is there, and no matter what will stay
You are always there for me
So may I always be
All of this for thee
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