Daddy's girl remembered

24 years ago today my dad died, I was 10. Never been very good at taking about it then, or now, but this photo sits on my windowsill and I look at it often. Taken in France a year or two before he died, I remember this holiday for the heat, the thunderstorms, camping, orangina, and finding this parasol in a flea market somewhere in France - my sister got a pierrot doll that my dad's looking at in this photo.

I miss him.