Father’s Day again…

This Sunday will be my fourth Father’s day without my Dad. I am approaching this day with dread and gratitude in equal measure…as time goes by the gut wrenching pain and heart ache is still palpable just as it is indescribable yet I go on where who knows...

My Dad’s 99th Birthday!

Here I am after what seems ages. Feeling melancholy though I know I have a lot to be thankful for and that my glass is half full. Four days ago it was or would have been my Dad’s 99th birthday. He wanted to make a century but died at 95. Part of me feels my...

Day 2,000 and the anniversary…

In the last week I marked my Dad’s third death anniversary and hit day 2,000. In a couple of days it will be exactly three years since the funeral. Why do I still remember the number of days and the dates ? The dates are just etched in my head, I can’t help it. I had...

Almost ….

As I approach the third anniversary of my father’s death I feel despite everything the ground beneath me disappeared for a while. In fact this week feels like the hardest and I have yet to get through the day itself. It has been a while since I have felt so...

The third year!

Yes this month is a month of retracing our last moments together though I try not to but the last month is etched in my soul so deep that I recall exactly what Dad and I did on this day three years ago. Today three years back this was to be our final 3 hour drive. My...

2 years 11 months and 3 weeks…

So here I am about to mark 3 years of surviving ‘alone’ after my father’s physical death. Alone is the reality I don’t mean that in a self pity way far from it. I am blessed to have had some really lovely kind souls as my kindred spirits who...