Tuesday, March 02, 2010


Today should have been my Dad's 70th Birthday but thanks to that bastard disease cancer, he's not here to celebrate.

Bless his little cotton socks - cannot for one moment imagine Dad ever being s-e-v-e-n-t-y. I have been thinking about him all day, working out his year of birth, convinced I am wrong - but my maths is correct: he would have had a big load of candles today.

I miss my annual 'surprise' red eye flight up to Edinburgh on the morning of the 2nd March; I miss turning up at his door like an excited five year old with parcels, breakfast rolls and bubbly; I miss him acting surprised and saying "I thought it was a bit bloody early for the postman!"; I miss him giving me such a big bear hug I can't breathe. I really miss him.

I've had an unusual amount of positive news today - nothing definite, nothing guaranteed - but good all the same. I'd like to think that somehow, Dad had a hand in some of that.

Cheers Da-Da. Happy Birthday. x


  1. Oh, that's a lovely post. Sending love xx

  2. From someone also online late, with a very active mind, and who very nearly lost her beloved Dad last year, thoughts with you, my friend. xx

  3. Hugs for you sweetheart and you know thats never gonna change. 'Course it was your Da. Glad he managed to make hisself known. much love La. xxxx

  4. You've inspired memories of my grandparents with this post, and I thank you for that. Happy Birthday to your dad!

  5. Thanks for your lovely comments all. x

  6. Hi Lara

    I just read your lovely post and it reminded me of an article I read last week that I thought you might like to see. I sincerely hope this isn't out of turn.


    Kindest regards,


  7. Thanks Jared - what a lovely link! I can wholly agree on the topic of people 'doing something'. Cakes are most welcome in times of dire need - I remember scoffing them well! x