my darling father passed away finally free from a short but nasty illness that robbed him of his joy and us of a man that can never be replaced.
Not a day goes passed when I don't go to phone him or think I must tell dad that later.
One of his favourite things along with his garden, pets and obviously wife and children was to enjoy a dram or too.
So those that partake in a dram later please take a second and raise you glass - I will whilst sitting in the garden looking at my veggie patch.
thanks for listening
Redhelen, I'll raise a glass today for your dad, enjoy your veggie patch and I shall be thinking of you, these days are so hard, so please be kind to yourself, your Dad knew how much he was loved, his illness took him too fast but he left you with some fab memories and unconditional love x Ducks x
3 years ago today I visited on Anglesey a beauty spot known as Ynys Llanddwyn.
It’s the most magical place I’ve ever visited.
I hope this picture of it cheers up your day on such an anniversary.
I'll certainly raise a glass too. I often wonder what it would have been like to grow up with a father in the family. I was 5 weeks old when Dad left for the Western Desert, and 2½ years old when he was killed in Italy towards the end of WW2, so I never knew him. Count your blessings to still the pain.
I feel rather privelidged in that I cannot grieve or if I did, it would net last for more than 24 hours at most.
Grandma and grandpa who brought me up, died and I felt nothing as when my biological mother died I also felt nothing.
If is my response to family deaths and AB related deaths also have no effect on me.
Not sure how I would react to the death of Mrs sqad.....
No drams here, will a glass of shiraz do?
My parents also loved their garden... rambling roses, peonies and honeysuckle along with tomatoes remind me of them...particularly my mum.
Treasure your memories. x
anne, yes, I am sure that you are correct, there certainly would be some people close to me, whose death would sadden me for a day or two, perhaps a week maybe, but wouldn't be a permanent emotion in my life.
My major concern should Mrs sqad die would be "who is going to look after me, where and how?"