It has been a long gray week for us, and more rain to come. My darling dad passed away on Thursday. The horrible cancer that started on his lip in three short months found it's way to his lymph nodes and then his liver. While part of me knows it is the natural order of things for a child to bury a parent, it all feels very unnatural indeed.
So we will have a wee dram for you on Tuesday Dad from all those Christmas bottles you never got a chance to drink, and I will make little Yorkshire puds and roast beef, your most fav meal (even in January). There will be Charlie Pride and Tom T Hall on the stereo, and lots of talk. You liked to tell a story, and you told one well. You were funny and wise and gentle, and right to the end were thanking the lovely Oncology staff for helping you . They appreciated it.
I wish you had lived to enjoy the cricket world cup, you did so love your cricket. We will think of you when we watch.
I loved you for being my Dad, but you know what, I really liked you too. I will miss you every day