This photo makes me smile. It was taken in 1981 when I was 16 and trying to dress like Princess Diana (also trying to grow out my disastrous perm!) I was just about to go to church with my Dad. Today marks three years since I sat by his bedside as he died in hospital and I can honestly say that not a day has passed since then without me thinking about him. I have so many happy memories of him and so many things trigger them: a grandfather walking with his grandchildren, an awful joke, beautiful handwriting, a biscuit coloured casual jacket, a packet werther's originals... you name it. He was a brilliant father and an awesome grandfather. I wish he could see Joe and Lily, Tom and Anni today; they've changed so much over those three years and he would be so proud of them all. If one day when we're gone, our children miss us half as much as I miss him, I'll have done something right.
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I reckon you will have done :)
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