Miss You Dad

Well I can't let today pass without mentioning Dad. Three years ago today I was in work as usual when a colleague came to tell me the news. I wrote this to be read at his funeral, but the minister didn't quite comply - not that it mattered, the writing and feeling it was what was important.

I Remember ..............................

I remember my Dad crossing one leg over the other to make a nest for Daddy's Girl to sit in.

I remember my Dad building the biggest and best Dolls House (Bungalow) that a girl could have wished for.

I remember my Dad playing old sentimental tunes on a harmonica.

I remember my Dad building furniture that housed LP's, toys, books and an old radiogram.

I remember my Dad taking apart motorbikes, putting them back together and saying "oh you don't really need these bits!"

I remember my Dad taking me to open my first adult bank account when I got my first job.

I remember my Dad lying in bed awake in the mornings waiting for me to bring his first cup of tea of the day before I left for work.

I remember my Dad, the unemotional man, trembling and tearful as he started to walk me down the ailse.

I remember my Dad who always took water in his Black Bush.

I remember my Dad and how he came to life as he found another victim to listen to stories of his days in the RAF.

I remember my Dad being very proud of us all and hearing what he said to others that he couldn't quite say to us.

I remember my Dad barbequeing in the garden complete with chef's hat and the flames being almost a foot high.

I remember my Dad a willing "grandad" and baby sitter to my two siamese cats.

I remember my Dad and his wonderful curling script writing.

I remember my Dad and him being there for me in his own quiet way when I was going through the worst of times.

I remember my Dad, the ordinary man, with all his flaws and problems, his imperfections and shortcomings and most of all I remember that I loved him regardless.

I miss you Dad.