My Dad had a wacky sense of humour, and he was one of the best.
He was always there for me, and even if I did something daft (like move in with a guy and his two kids for nearly 8 years), when things went belly up, he never said I told you so.
He would have been 92 today, but will always be 67 as he was the year he died. I have visions of him and my Mum, plus FIL, sitting there on Cloud Whatever watching over us with a glass of homebrew, a slice of one of Mum’s best pies, and a lot of laughter.
Sadly I don’t have that many pictures of him, and this one is cropped from one in the collage my niece put together for Mum’s funeral three years ago. I think it was taken outside the registry office at my other niece’s first wedding in 1995.
This is for you Dad. Happy Birthday ❤ ❤ ❤
The candle burns making the spinner spin,
Light dances and dazzles overhead,
I can almost hear your laughing voice,
And still feel the happiness you spread.
So many years, but remembered still
Dad, you were one of the best,
Always there, and yet still are
With each beat of my heart in my breast.
With Mum by your side, together again,
The way it was meant to be,
The love you both unselfishly gave,
Will always be a part of me.