My Dad passed away in 1966. He had chronic asthma and to make matters worse, his job involved working long days breathing in concrete dust, as he worked at a Concrete Pipeworks.
But in later years we moved to Leicester, where he and I had jobs in the same area. Sometimes, during our dinner break, I would go out for a walk and see him across the far side of a busy junction, in his blue overalls and flat cap worn at a jaunty angle, heading towards the bakery shop, where he would treat himself to a cake.
I would think "That's my Dad!" and get myself over the junction to reach him and walk with him a little way before we both had to head to our respective workplaces.
I'd give anything to see him again now; a short while ago I realised I'd forgotten his voice. :(
But this morning, on Fathers' Day, I picked a lovely spray of white flowers and they are now on the mantelpiece in his memory.
Happy Fathers' Day, Dad. Love you. x
A lovely tribute to your dear dad.
ReplyDeleteA delightful memory.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful bouquet and a wonderful memory. You've made my eyes well up, too, thinking of my dad. I was always so glad to see him, wherever that happened to be.
ReplyDeleteThat is a gorgeous blue vase on your mantel.
A beautiful memory of your Dad! I lost my Dad in December 2016, I miss him so much, but the lovely memories do help, don’t they. Your flowers and vase are lovely:)
ReplyDeleteA lovely tribute to your dad Rosemary. I lost my dad 15 years ago but I still have my memories of him.
ReplyDeleteWe might forget the voices, but our loved ones always remain in our hearts.
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