I'll keep you in my heart

29 June 2011

Dear Dad,

I found this on my internet ramblings today, and I thought of you:

I loved the way you used to read Winnie to Pooh to us.

I'm going to read all the stories to my kids too. What an awesome legacy you left - the love of reading.

I miss you Dad.

Cath
xoxoxo

Sweet Dreams

14 June 2011

Dear Dad,

I keep dreaming about you.

I was initially upset (yup - I know it sounds dumb) that the last dream I had about you was the one interrupted by Mike to tell me you'd died, but no, you're back in my dreams with a vengeance, and it's really comforting.

They've been weird and varied, and one was out and out frustrating, but I always wake up feeling pleased that you'd found a way to 'visit' me in my dreams. And in my dreams there's always a part of me that says 'Dad's dead, this is you last chance to see him, make the most of it!' so I do.

And with the way dreams are (nonsensical and random) I've actually enjoyed having one more opportunity to give you a cuddle and tell you I love you, things that would have been awkward or too heartbreaking if they'd happened in real life.

The best bit? Dream you is always you,  not sick you, not thin you, not out of puff you, the you I knew and loved and enjoyed hanging out with for so many good years.

So while I'm not sure if these are just random electrical signals from my sleeping sub conscious, of if they're real other worldly visitation of the ghostly kind, but I'll take them.

Thank you.

I love you Dad

xoxox

A picture says a thousand words (or add your own cliche here)

This was taken by the beautiful Angela at Dad's funeral (Beautiful inside AND out).

Jen found it and emailed it to me.

I'm not sure what to do with this, but it's too nice to throw out but not really something for the photo album either.... so I'll post it here.

This is me reading at Dad's funeral, Mike by my side and Cam looking suitable lost. Lucy was on Paula's lap.

I must have done a good job with my makeup, because you can hardly tell I'd been bawling non-stop up until that moment.


Best moment of the whole funeral?

We were walking into the hall, looking sad and with people staring at us, when Case yells out 'Why is Mike a policeman all of a sudden!?'

Turns out Case thought Mike should be wearing his level 2 kit rather than his dress uniform, just to stop any confusion about what Mike does for a living.

Gotta love a 4 year old's thought processes.