Eternally present!

This morning Ferguson asked why I looked so sad. I told him that Mummy just missed her Daddy sometimes & today was one of those days. He asked if he had died & I said yes. His lip quivered & he gave me the biggest embrace.
Then a little later, he just grabbed my hand in his & with such composure told me that Grandad Stan would always be "his" Grandad too & that he was in Heaven looking after me all the time.
This understanding & intuition really took me by surprise & tears rolled down my cheeks. It was so touched.

Its been 15 years now since I lost the person that had continually been the guiding hand to me for the previous 20 years.
Here is a card written to my Mum from me. Not so unusual to an unknownin eye but to me it is distinctly obvious that my inscription has been aided by the hand of my Dad.

His penmanship is so familiar still, despite not seeing fresh ink for the past decade & a half. He is the reason why I love to write with a fountain pen & whenever I do, I think of him & his elaborate scripts.

Had he not gone when he did, I'm sure he would have continued to guide me in the nonchalant, casual but non-judgmental way he always did previously.

I miss your wisdom, insight & handwriting Dad!