I was reading my mum's old blog recently and came across a post she did where she mentioned something I had posted that day. It turned out to be this.
I still miss my dad every day, even though it's been 26 years since he passed away. He would have been 79 today.
18 June 2013
Tuesday 18 June 2013.
I'm off sick today with a sore throat.
I'm waiting to go and see the doctor.
Whilst I'm waiting, I think about looking through my scrapbook albums. If I'm honest I don't have that many and most of my layouts are in a box somewhere.
I find the album that my Mum made for The Young Man. It's all about his "Grumps". His Grandad, My Dad.
As I'm looking through the photos and smiling at how much of a family resemblance there is, I feel my eyes welling up with tears. Not sad tears. Tears of happy memories.
It would have been Dad's birthday today. He would have been 71 years old.
Thinking of Dad makes me happy.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Dad
I L♥ve You