My Dad would have been 91 today but he will always be 67 as he was in 1996 when he died.
As is our way, we have lit a candle and stood it in front of his photo.
The little hearts spinner is going crazy, so he is obviously having some kind of party and laughing and joking with his friends and loved ones who are no longer of this place.
My Mum is no doubt at his side, and I imagine they will be dancing in the clouds to the rhythm of the rain as it falls here, light on their feet and majestic as I remember them being.
Photo: when clouds kiss, google image
I found myself wondering what Dad would have made of all this. He hated politicians with a passion, and the guy in Number 10 probably wouldn’t impress him much either. Dad was a sensible and practical man, but I cannot see him or my Mum panic buying like so many are today, though he would have been aware of the situation and keen to keep his family safe. There was always a good supply of basics in the house, and Mum would ‘top up’ as things were used. Guess that’s where I get it from. However, if those goods aren’t there to top up, then they could have been in trouble.
Mum didn’t drive, so Dad would take her shopping once a fortnight for the big and bulky stuff, and anything else Mum could carry home herself as and when, perhaps with Sis or I tagging along with a couple of bags too.
Today would have seen a roast dinner with all the trimmings, and Christmas Pudding for dessert. It was tradition in our house, so Mum would always make an extra pudding for today. Dad would open a bottle of his latest brew (which he’d do every Sunday anyway) to mark the occasion.