It had been a great year up until Sept when I lost my Dad in a plane crash and my granddad, my mum's dad, the day after the funeral due to a heart condition. It's scary how quickly life can go from wonderful to empty in the space of a few weeks. Everyone's in shock. I'm just trying to get mum through Christmas and keep everything together. It's hard to find some positives considering. Fitness wise I've had a turn around this year - from having never run more than a few km to doing Tough Mudder in June and the 3 Spartan Races, finishing with the Beast in Nov. Dad was there for Tough Mudder and was very proud, and the Beast I did for him. He would have been proud again. He was a second dan in Judo btw, a 3rd dan in Iaido and was posthumously awarded a 4th dan and given a stage name, which translates to something like venerable old gentleman, by the head sensei in Japan. An honour for anyone, and particularly for 66 year old Englishman. I still remember with a smile him trying to get his sword through customs when we went to Japan for his grading a few years back - this tall, white bald guy brandishing a sword and demanding to be let into the country

He was a Geophysicist and the smartest most caring guy I know. My granddad lived with us from when I was a kid to when I moved out. He survived WW2 and was in the first wave to relieve Belsen. That haunted him every day since. He was a hair dresser and used to cut the hair of some of the English football team. He made me breakfast and walked me to school every day, taught me to swim and how to train dogs. He was also a great guy.
Few people are as fortunate to be raised by two such men - I'm going to try and forget the bad and be thankful for what they gave me, which is more than can be counted, and pick up where they left off.