I remember celebrating your 73rd with you, by your hospital bed, grateful and glad that you had made it. You were in tremendous pain but you kept your big-toothed smile on. I was proud of you, proud of us. We had weathered the storm, together. Little did I know then how much our lives would change in the next ten days.
You've missed so much you know. I'm a big girl now. We bought our own home and I can cook even! You would be so proud of me. I know you are proud of me, wherever you are. When I sit in the garden, enjoying the sunshine, listening to the birds, I know you're there, watching, taking it all in, smiling.
It's ironic how two of your most significant anniversaries happen to be in the same month. Yet I choose to 'celebrate' only this one, and that's how it's always going to be. Happy 75th Papa. I
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hugs
lots of hugs, f.
a BIG hug
Ta @ Broom, Chakli and Shamly.
Hugs there girl! From J and me. We visited your dad's grave and Ja's before we came here. Ja misses your papa too- i always hear the affection in his voice whenever he speaks of him :) :)
Oh F!!! That is such a beautiful tribute. Bless his soul.
Thank you for sharing.
Huge Hug. I miss you too papa ... and I wish you were still around..
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