Tonight after a lovely evening stroll with my boy, I came home uploaded some photographs and posted on my Dads facebook page.
I posted a picture of a boat that I know he would of loved to of seen, a picture that when I took it, for a split second I thought ‘I’ll send it to Dad’ then reality slapped me hard in the face, I can’t send him anything, I can’t call him,text him or hug him.
Being there by the sea makes me feel close to him but sometimes so very far away.
Grief is like an uninvited visitor that never goes away, sometimes it sits quietly in the corner and sometimes it makes its presence felt loudly.
Tonight its a loud presence~one of those days,one of those endless nights.
This popped up this morning on my timeline and I just cannot believe this was our very last Father’s Day with our Dad. Nobody knew of course that would be the case.
I feel its another timely reminder to be the best version of yourself,make every day count and try to keep your head held high. Go and make those memories, live your life and love well. Time is so very,very precious.❤x