Fathers Day

This is a photo of my Dad, Alf. It was taken at New Brighton Baths before I was born. It was always a favourite pic of mine and it sits in a frame on the unit in my sitting room. It shows Dad acting the fool and making mum laugh as he so loved to do!Dad was a captain in the Merchant Navy. He was often away during my early childhood but it was always like Christmas whenever he came home.

Dad died when K was not quite two. He had lung cancer. I held his hand as he slipped away. Dad always told me that the night I was born; he sat and talked to me for hours; telling me all the wonderful things we'd do together and that we would be the best of friends. As I grew up, we used to spend Sunday mornings together while Mum got the dinner ready and we did all sorts of fun things together. He was right - we always were the best of friends despite being so alike that we often had shortlived but noisy quarrels! Dad loved K very much although as a staunch Liverpool supporter he would be very upset and distressed that his beloved grand daughter is now an Everton fan! I felt that by holding his hand and talking to him as he left this life the bond created the night I was born as he welcomed me into the world had formed a perfect circle.

The day Dad died, I went home and did a pregnancy test. I found out I was expecting S. Dad would have approved of the timing.

Dad, I miss you so much and wish more than anything I could spend this special day with you. You were a wonderful Dad and I will never ever stop loving you.

I am blessed in my kind and loving father in law who is coming to see us today.
Happy Fathers Day to all dads, grandads, fathers in law and step-dads - hope you all are thoroughly spoiled today!