Sod it, I’m jumping on the bandwagon and joining the Britmums meme which is, basically, a way of introducing ourselves to each other before we get there. To those of you without the remotest interest in Britmums…switch off now. Otherwise…here goes…. Name: Sarah Blogs: Hello Wall, Supper & Syntax, What Would Nigella Do? (Yes, 3!!) [click here to read more]
Yesterday I took my family to see my dad for Father’s Day. He died 12 years ago, age just 56. My husband never met him and, to my great sorrow, he never knew his wonderful grandchildren and they have missed out on, what I’m sure would have been, a much-loved Grandpa. I won’t go into a detailed family history, but my parents divorced when I was 5 and Dad later remarried his teenage sweetheart, who is a very lovely lady. However, through one thing or another, we didn’t see much of each other when I was growing up. But I adored him and he was a lovely man, very personable, always had a joke to tell and loved by all he met. When he died, even the Tesco delivery man sent a card, such was his character.
By chance, when we moved to Sussex two years ago, I ended up living just 10 minutes from where he lived and from where he is buried. 10 years too late; funny how things work out. Anyway, it is important to me that my children know who he is (and their other grandpa who also died before any of us met him). So, yesterday we all went to say Happy Father’s Day and put some rosemary on his grave. He had a large rosemary hedge in his garden and it always reminds me of him. My children are not really used to graveyards and although I felt a bit ‘wrong’ taking photos, it was so lovely to see them visit Grandpa Richard and E, my eldest, read his gravestone and explain to the younger two what it said. Life goes on and the spirit of someone lives on with their memory.
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