The Look of Love

My Parents' Wedding, September 1968.
One of my favourite photos of Mum & Dad.

It's sat in that same silver frame for the last 14 years. Not as a reminder that he's not here, more so to tell me that he will always be, in some way or another.

Despite the passing of time, I still miss his humour, his quirks, his old cars, his wild hair, his music, his willingness to help me, the zealous DIY, wise words, jokes & encouragement.
He made me so much of who I am today, I just wish he was here to see it & meet the Grandson that is so undeniably him.