Just sitting here reflecting..
Poor Ds2 found his Dadda and couldn't wake him up. Its has a profound affect on him. It was two days before his fifth birthday.
It doesn't feel like twenty years. He was so proud of ds2.
We lost ds1 at two hours old so ds2 was our little bonus boy.
DH was thirty four years older than me. To me it didn't matter a jot. Made him extra special.. He was in the SAS and trained all the men who went into the Embassy in 1980.
Twelve years ago I was lucky enough to be invited to a Special Forces Day and met two of the men who worked with DH. They were such lovely guys. I bought their autobiographies and they wrote lovely messages for ds2 about his Dadda.
He had a wonderful sense of humour too... People used to stare at us when we were out. One day we were having lunch in a smart cafe. Three older ladies kept staring at us and nudging each other which DH picked up on. He leant across the table and said in a loud stage whisper and a wink "WHAT TIME WILL YOUR HUSBAND BE HOME?" I replied "IF WE LEAVE NOW WE WILL HAVE TWO HOURS IN BED!!" 🤣
The ladies were really twittering as we got up to go!
F you were wonderful and loved so much... 💙