Frozen in time

Today marks 4 years since my Dad died. It seems strange now, when I look at photos of him, everyone around him has changed so much since then but his image is frozen in time. I would not wish him back with all his pains; I know he is free from all that now and happy at his Saviour's side. But that doesn't stop me from missing him.

I miss his awful corny jokes.

I miss his warmth and the way he always had a cheery "hello" for anyone and everyone.

I miss him coming through my front door in the mornings and saying "Heeeere's Bobby" in a Jack Nicholson voice.

I miss the way he loved us all, especially his grandchildren.

I miss the way he stirred the tea a million times.

I miss his silly songs.

I miss his bear hugs.

I miss the way he would never change his mind.

I miss his selflessness.

I miss his wisdom.

And I wish he could see the children now. I wish he could have been there when Tom got his AS results and when he was baptised. I wish he could see him hard at work in the supermarket of dreams. I wish he could see Anni's art work... so many things. I wish I could have told him about the day I had today.

But I'm very very thankful for all the things we did share and for such a wonderful Dad x