I miss my dad!
My dad died 30 years ago today when I was all of 18. He was only 55 but looked much older as he'd been battling MS for twelve years.
They say it gets easier over time but it doesn't. All you do is put your loved ones out of your mind as much as possible. The hole left in your heart after they depart is never really filled!
How many conversations do I wish I could have had with him. How much advice would I like to have asked of him. But more than anything, I wish he'd met Paula and my boys.
I don't have any decent pics of my dad but this is one of my favourites amongst the few that I do have. This was taken in 1953 whilst he was serving his National Service with the RAF at Biggin Hill.
Another stunning flower in our garden. No idea what this is but it's simply gorgeous!