I present my week to you. Once I have stopped laughing/crying I will bid you all a good weekend. That is all.
Friday, March 05, 2010
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