Autumn

I've spent a lot of time today thinking about my Dad.

It's a year today and whilst I've resisted the urge to beat my chest, I did spend a very peaceful hour in the Botanic gardens just wandering about, taking it all in. His old office overlooks them and I know he used to go there for a walk (and probably a fag).

A lot has happened since he died, a lot of change and good things. I think the thing he'd be most proud of though is how my Mum has coped. I know it's been so very difficult for her but she's getting on with things, which is just what he wanted. Hopefully it might get a little easier from this point.

So we are raising a glass (or two, he'd never have just the one).