It's the little things..

[fourquenelles]

..that hit me in the solar plexus. I am using an old note pad (I have hundreds) to record my food diary. I turned the page to find my late husband's notes from when we were learning Portuguese. We were meant to retire to Porto. It will be 6 years this New Year's Eve. He was 57. Sleep tight old man.

I know the feeling.

I saw a mobility scooter made up like a cruising motorbike with the big handlebars and panniers on the back. I always joked that I would get it for Dad when he was too old to ride his Harley.

It's been 6 months. Dad was 56.

Shit isn't it Personal Clown?

I love the idea of a Harley-ised mobility scooter. Your Dad sounds like he was fun .

I believe when we find or see these little things they are a little message from our loved ones that they are smiling over us.
Dd2 7 months today. Yesterday's sunset was a brilliant pink just like the sunrise on the day that she was born.

for all of you. I totally agree that it's the little things. I nearly burst into tears at parents eve ( as a teacher) as the lovely couple I was talking to were Irish and the man's accent and way of talking reminded me of my Dad. It's weird how these things suddenly hit you out of the blue.

3littlebadgers Beautiful.

It is the little things. They make me sad, but happy for the beautiful memory.