Hi everyone. Today I would like to remember my dear dad, who passed away on this day 34 years ago, when I was 32. 34 years! I just can't believe it. I still think of him every day and miss him very much. People certainly live on in our hearts, don't they?
I was so blessed in that I was brought up (as an only child) completely surrounded by love. Mum and dad were 'older' parents, being in their mid thirties. (which although not old these days, was back then). They had been married for sixteen years and, although desperately hoping for a child, they had really given up. You can probably imagine, therefore, the joy they felt when they heard that mum was pregnant!
He died very suddenly and I was in Germany at the time , as hubby was based over there with the Armed Forces. We didn't have mobile phones in those days of course, so I used to walk to the nearest phone box three times a week to speak to mum and dad. A man answered the phone, and I said "hallo dad", and this voice (who turned out to be my cousin) said, "I'm sorry Diane, it's not your dad. He passed away last night". Emma was seven at the time, and Alison six months old.
When I walked back to our Army apartment, hubby was waiting there to tell me the news, as dad's sister had contacted the Army. So it was all a bit of a shock, and I was walking around in a daze for quite a while.
God Bless You Dad, and Thank You For Everything.
