Happy Birthday, Dad

Today would have bee my father's 69th birthday. I always thought my Dad wouldn't die until much later in his life (no idea why - you just do) but sadly he went earlier.

I went to see Mum and we went out for lunch at my Dad's favourite restaurant: A lovely place called Brokencote Hall, in Worcestershire. A reall bittersweet day as we had such a lovely day but someone wasn't there.

Mum and I were both very brave and it was only at the end of the day my mum said he was too young to die and she was too young to be a widow.

I miss you Dad so much.