Anniverasary

Tomorrow will be the 19th year since my Dad passed. How can that be? I spoke to him on the phone that morning and I can still hear his voice in my head! The photo is of a portrait painted of him. He was actively involved in village lif and had a charismatic face. The local art group asked if he would sit for them and he was then given the winning picture plus one that he liked best. This was the one he chose, and even then he didn't like it! It hung for years in my parents loo, which is where he thought it deserved to be. Me, I was disconcerted to find him staring at me whilst sitting!

I couldn't leave him behind and he now resides mostly in the porch to greet people, although I do sometimes move pictures around, so he may even end up back in a loo yet.

His death was a huge shock, and many have gone since then, but I still miss him. RIP Dad.