If this were facebook .......

... one of my friends might have posted a picture like this, with text in a flowing font asking
If you could spend an hour on this bench talking to someone you miss every day, who would it be ?
This popped into my head, seeing the empty seat as I walked through the park. I thought of so many people, I suppose you do when you’re seventy. How wonderful to see them again, and maybe say what there hadn’t been time to say.
It would have to be Dad.
Who would you choose ?