Remembering Dad

My pops died several years ago, but on Father's Day I have been remembering him.

I have a very special memory of pitching up at a surprise party for his 70th. He thought he was just having a meal with his some of his daughters. I'd spoken to him on the phone a couple of days earlier as I didn't think I'd be able to make it, I live in Suffolk he was in Manchester. On the day of the party I was going to be at a wedding that my husband was officiating at. Anyway I managed to work things out and drove up arriving in time to see him arrive and be overwhelmed when clocking his brother, sister in laws, family and friends. He did one mega double take when he clocked me and gave me such a hug. It was a really lovely evening.

I was also with him as he took his last breathe, special precious moment.