Thinking about my Dad

Not a day goes by without me thinking about my Dad. I'm thankful that he told me every day that he loved me and that he often said he was proud of me (for some strange reason) and I don't have any feelings of "unfinished business". However, I do sometimes think, "I wish I'd asked him this... or that.." It has made me very conscious that when a person dies, a lot of knowledge and history goes with them. Dad didn't talk an awful lot about his childhood for example and now I can't ask him about it.

Today I gave my Mum a book and a list of things to write about her memories, such as what it was like to be evacuated, what she remembers of her first day at school, what her home was like and so on.... I thought it would be good to keep her mind active and give her something to do. I also thought that Anni and I might write about similar things. Then we'll have the reflections of 3 generations of women.
Talking of Mum, I must photograph her vcr and dvd player etc because I keep having to go round and show her how to use it again....She rang the other day and said, "Sky's not working, I can only get it in mono." I thought that was odd because I wouldn't have thought she could tell the difference between mono and stereo.

"What do you mean? Is the sound only coming through one speaker?"

"No," she said, "I can only get The Bill."

Huh? Bless her. If you still have parents, make sure you treasure them!