You have been gone now for over half my life,
and yet there is rarely a day goes by without me thinking of you.
Sometimes it is to remember days gone by,
when as a child you were all a Dad should be.
Sometimes it is when I advise my own children,
and I remember it was you who first gave me that advice, many moons ago.
Sometimes it is when I find myself singing ‘The green glens of Antrim’,
and in my minds eye I hear your voice.
Sometimes it is when I look at my children with their Dad,
and I envy them his love.
Sometimes it is for no particular reason,
just the girl in me missing her Dad.
But today I remember you on your birthday.
Happy Birthday Dad, where ever you are.
My Dad died twenty six years ago of motor neurone disease. Before he became ill he regularly bought me freesia for no particular reason, except that I loved them. Today my mom put some freesia on his grave from me and here I get to give him another little bunch, and a virtual kiss and a hug. xo