Time to say Goodbye……..

You came into our lives in 1975. Mum had put in so much time and work to make sure everything was perfect. Dad was so very proud, and fell in love with you more or less straight away.

Over the years you were included in many outings and family celebrations, and I have a smashing photo of you with Mum and Dad on the mantle. You were so fresh and bright, smart too and at your very best.

It wasn’t until 1997 that you truly became mine and I grew to realise just how important you were in my life. Admittedly, there were times, even months, when I didn’t see you, but I knew you were always there and would continue to be there for me when I needed you.

The comfort I felt in your arms as you wrapped yourself around me, bringing me warmth and a closeness I have never felt with anything else. As the years have gone by, you have grown tired and become so thin, that the wind blows right through you, yet still that special warmth remains.

You have seen me through some lonely and unhappy moments, but when I am with you, many of my worries seem to disappear, as if you have some magical power to banish my concerns, enclosing me in your embrace and protecting me from the coldness of life.

The years have not really been kind to you. I have unwittingly abused and mistreated you, putting you into incredible situations of extreme temperatures that no-one should be expected to tolerate. I have pulled you through the mires of my life, twisted you into almost impossible positions, and then discarded you unceremoniously in a chair.

It’s 2013 now, and the time to say goodbye is fast approaching. I don’t want to do it, as so much will be lost, never to be regained or experienced. Nothing can ever replace you. Nothing. Nothing at all. All I will be left with are memories of something so very special, produced with such love at the onset, a symbol of lasting care and security.

I will always have that photograph. I can look at it every day for the rest of my life, and you will always be pristine, new, perfect in every way.

cardy

Note:

This is my Dad’s cardigan. My mother knitted it for their 25th Wedding Anniversary and had their photograph professionally taken for the occasion. When he died, she asked me if I’d like it. I have so very little in the way of things that were once Dad’s. This is so very precious, but is now almost paper thin, worn at the elbows, baggy in the body and cuffs, but when I wear it, I can still feel my Dad’s presence. I miss him terribly.

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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14 Responses to Time to say Goodbye……..

  1. janegundogan says:

    That is lovely. I miss my dad terribly (its only been two years). Ridiculous to say it but when I left Sydney I took one of his spoons – yes a spoon. It has pride of place in my kitchen and god help anyone if they touch it! The Turk thinks Im slightly batty.

    • Thank you. I don’t think you’re batty at all. I have so little of my Dad’s, and the last gift my parents gave me together was a teddy bear book (he died the day after my 40th birthday) which to me is priceless. I’m wearing Dad’s cardy today. To be honest, I don’t think I’ll ever say goodbye to it. It’s been 17 years, and although I still miss him, I feel he’s close.

      • janegundogan says:

        I would not be able to get rid of it. I would pack it away very safe and wrap myself in it every once in a while.

        Wish I had more than a spoon lol

      • Think of all the memories that go with that spoon though, and the number of times your Dad used it.
        Dad’s cardy is in use all year, but more so through the colder months. When it’s totally threadbare, I intend to wrap it away as you say. Dad’s are always so special to us girls aren’t they.

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  9. Janis says:

    There’s so much love on this post! I can feel how much you love and miss him…

    • I was so lucky to have him as my Dad. Mum and I had a good relationship too but in a different way. I miss them both, but content with the thought that they have been reunited now.

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