Wednesday, 6 February 2008

For My Dad

My Dad died ten years ago today. And again the sun shone with a special brilliance, just like it did on what would have been his 70th birthday.

I hadn't planned on going anywhere, just like back in November when I planned to stay in bed. I only knew I wanted to mark this special anniversary in some way, even by simply lighting a candle before bed.

But the sun shone so brightly, and it shone all day, just like it did the day he died. So I made it to the cemetery, and I stopped by at school to pick up my son on the way. It was all done on impulse. I was in the taxi and this urge just came over me to collect him and take him to his Grandpa. I have a letter to write to thank my son's teacher, who let him go without question. Even the taxi driver was respectful and sympathetic.

I'm so glad we went. My Mum said she was glad we were there. I think she finds it hard going on her own. The flowers looked so fresh and pretty in the winter light. We all sat on a bench in the glorious sunshine and told my son a little about ten years ago, a few weeks before he was born. It would have been great had Grandpa In The Sky got to meet him. I think he wanted to see his first grandchild very much, even just once, but it wasn't meant to be.


Maggie said...

Dearest Seahorse, how sad that your Dad didn't get to see your son. The only time I ever saw my own Dad cry was when he came to see us after I had Sarah in hospital - obviously it had a big impact!

Hugs from grey Liverpool

Anonymous said...

{{{HUGS}}} to you dear Seahorse. Anniversaries can be so painful but at the same time they can make us smile. I am glad you acted on the impulse and shared the day with your Mum and son.

Thinking of you xx