Ty Hafan

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reflections on eight years in the best job in wales

Ray Hurcombe

Time, they say, flies. That is certainly true of the last months and weeks in the best job in Wales.  

As I reluctantly count the days left at Tŷ Hafan and make sure all the loose ends are tied up, I cannot help but recollect those wonderful memories that I will carry with me for the rest of my life. 

I look to a special place reserved on my window sill where I have a penny, found by one of the children in the hospice and given me to bring good luck, a small cupcake badge that reminds me of a party I was invited to for a child who has since died, a hand crafted Christmas cracker that will never be pulled and a pressed rose that was a gift from a mother of a young adult who left our service.

And finally a ‘Be happy bag’, with an eraser, to make little mistakes go away, five pence so that I am never completely broke, a marble for those days when I have lost mine, some elastic to help me stretch beyond my means, a piece of string to hold it together when it falls apart and chocolate to remind me that somebody cares.

Time does fly, but in no other job will you have such memories.