This is more like – someone you fancy seeing today or someone you fancy talking to on the phone right about now.
And that person would be my father who died – if you can believe it – one year ago today. Wow, sometimes it feels like a hundred years ago and sometimes it feels like last week. That whole last week is so vivid in my mind, little things like sitting near his bed and hearing the venetian blinds tapping against the window in the breeze, the doctor putting his hand on my shoulder as he walked out the door, speaking to my sister on the phone about how she was thinking of driving to Sydney, the music that was playing on the stereo – funny how things stay so fresh in your mind.
I’m feeling pretty good though – I made a plan to start drinking copious amounts of alcohol yesterday and to keep going through to next Sunday so I can pretty much pretend that the corresponding seven days of last year didn’t happen. I’m a big fan of denial.
Lets not forget Betty either, I miss her as well. I really fancy giving her big bonehead a snoggle at the moment as well, such a good girl she was. Didn’t that suck, having my father and my dog die on the same day.
This is one of the photos Emjay has sent me from her scanning project – Dad with my son Lloyd. Because those of you who have been around for a while might remember that my Dads funeral was on my sons birthday. Unfortunate timing but as he said – at least all the family were there for his birthday.
Dad had already had his stroke here – none of our kids ever knew him beforehand – I was only 22 myself.