Yesterday was Father’s Day and for the first time in over thirty years I didn’t miss my dad, because this year he’d been joined by Mum. It felt different. Strange but definitely less lonely. Looking around old posts in a bid to recall thoughts and relive better times I found this one. How much of … More How much of any day do we really live?
Today, I remember my Dad. But then again I remember him every day. He was there for my wonderful childhood and stroppy, difficult teenage years, but gone before I got the chance to show him who I’d become. Dad was stolen from our lives by neurone disease over thirty years ago. Not only did my … More Remembering the only gift my dad ever gave my children.
Today is Father’s Day and I’m lucky to be sharing it with a wonderful dad. A man who brings home sweets on a Friday for his children, despite the fact the eldest is twenty six! A man who gets abuse if he forgets their ‘order’ from shopping. The one who gives lifts when I say, … More “Daddy watch me.”
I hate Fathers Day. Every day for over twenty years, I have missed my dad. Once a year I am supposed to forget. Forget that he missed my wedding. Forget that he never saw my children, or held them in his arms. Forget that I never got to see, his face light up with pride, … More Fathers Day. A day to forget.
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