Today is a day filled with memories of my Dad.
He died eight years ago today and this year I'm finding it harder than ever, so there are not many words here … just happy memories.
Dad ashes are in a box buried in the middle of my Veggie Patch, the flowers that surround his tree bring the birds and the insects over to pollinate the crops he would have loved to have seen. The bird bath in the middle was one he and Mum bought for their garden, and the little dancing couple in the bottom left corner are Darby and Joan … or Syd and Joan the couple that danced their way to happiness. My Mum and Dad.
Dads ashes will be coming with us wherever we end up when this place gets sold.
Happy family memories from a Scarborough holiday we all took together to celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary.
Three generations of family love.
Mum and Dad almost recovered from the shock of being enticed for a family meal … and finding it was a surprise party for their 50th Golden Wedding Anniversary.
Four generations in 2011.
Mum, Dad, my brother, my son and my grandson … I'm taking the photo.
Dad helping us out at Jointers Farm, he loved helping out on the farm even if it did mean getting chased by giant pigs.
Lets go fly a kite!!
We have just had an amazing fly past here in on our little patch of North Wales by five American fighter jets. Each whooshing by and then almost doing a loop before disappearing behind the distant hills, amazing to watch … Dad would have loved it.