Two years today since you passed away. It doesn't get any easier, but I'm trying to remember all the good times we had rather than just the sad time at the end.
Thinking about the donkey rides at New Brighton, and standing in our wellies in the waterfalls in Wales...and choosing horrible pigs trotters from the meat market, and walking along the battlement walls in Chester, you and mum lighting the gas-lamps in the caravan, xmas mornings buried in toys, all the easter eggs on the windowsill in order of importance, you teasing mum with the pet spider.....
You were such a great Dad, and we'll never stop missing you.I heard someone quoting Tennyson yesterday.."But oh for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still!"
Love and miss you....P.xxxx