Dad’s Christmas: a reblog for 23rd December 2020

In the true spirit of Christmas, this is one of my favourite stories about my Dad. He died in May 1996, the day after my 40th birthday and I miss him. Mum joined him in 2018 and I have visions of them happy, well, young and whole in the afterlife.
We shall be lighting a candle for them and FIL on Christmas Day, and sweet Maggie will also be included in our thoughts.
Enjoy a special Christmas gift for a special boy, who grew up to be a special Dad. Mine.


My father’s mother died when he was about 5, and he was actually brought up by his grandparents, uncles and aunts. He told us few things about his childhood, but I particularly remember this about Christmas.

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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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2 Responses to Dad’s Christmas: a reblog for 23rd December 2020

  1. trishsplace says:

    Lovely story. My heart broke for your dad too, with the coal …

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