Two Years

It's been two years today since we lost my Dad. The anniversary is such a strange day; everything is pulled so sharply into focus and the daily loss that I feel is compounded. The thing that scares and hurts me the most is how the years will keep passing, and I won't ever see my Dad again. The annual marker, for me, underlines the awful finality of his absence. We are such a close little family, and we just miss him so much.

I stayed over at my Mums, it's really important for me to be there. After we'd sorted the builder out, we drove to Felixstowe and had a lovely five mile walk in the glorious sunshine. We talked about Dad lots (as always!), and shared memories, laughs and tears. We had such a nice day together, and I know Dad would have been smiling if he'd been with us; laughing at us trying to clamber over the pebbles in our unsuitable shoes. I guess all we can ever do is to spend the anniversary together and in as peaceful and suitable way as possible.