We went to visit my mum today. My Dad died last March. My dd 1 (3) was desperate for a sleep over and my mum seemed keen for the company so I agreed. As we drove away from her cul de sac, I looked back to see dd and Mum waving at our car, and I wept. My dad should have been there too. dd loved him so much and he worshipped her in return. My mum is only 61 and all alone. They cut such a lonely figure, my mum, dd1 and mum's dog.
I stopped off at my dad's grave garden and broke down. He was 55- I am 27. We were both too young to be parted and the pain is so raw. dd2 is 23 months and doesn't remember the fantastic man that was her grandfather. He was such an intelligent man and the world is a lesser place without him.