A year ago today my brilliant Dad died after a very short unexpected illness.
I still find it hard to comprehend why he isn't here anymore.
He worked away from home offshore from Aberdeen on huge ships that laid cable on the north sea bed so I didn't get to see him that often.
But even now I miss the phonecalls on a sunday afternoon asking me to bid on things on Ebay because his internet connection wasn't reliable enough, or the night time calls to send me outside to look for some astronomical oddity that no one elwse but myself and him would be interested in..or even the calls from bars in Norway to complain about the price of lager in Norway when he'd obviously drank a fair bit of it!!
My Dad is still my waking thought almost every morning and one of the last things I think about at night when I'm in bed.
Our shed is one my Dad gave us when he needed a bigger one and the smell of it reminds me of him every time I go in there or every time the stupid cat gets herself locked in there overnight and spends the next day smelling of my Dad.
If you've read this thank you so much for letting me indulge myself in my memories tonight.
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