My dad was born 100 years ago today. He died in 1998 at the ripe old age of 91 but I still miss him.
Although I didn't know my grandmother, as she died when dad was 10, my mind keeps turning to the thought that 100 years ago today she would have been in labour. And that dad was born in South Africa and I am currently living in Africa, a place I never imagined I would go to. I think it'll going to be a day to keep the tissues handy! I'm not expecting anyone to reply, just wanted to put something down in writing to commemorate the occasion.