Today is the third anniversary of my Dad’s death. I’m not really one for marking the occasion but recognise that others do. So I phone my step mum because I feel that it’s the right thing to do. Sometimes it would be nice if she remembered that although he was her husband he was also my dad and it is possible that I might miss him as well.
On Saturday night as we had a meal I sat where I usually sit at the end of the table and Ben sat where my Dad used to sit. Once Ben had finished eating he slipped away from the table to go and watch tv. A few minutes later I glanced to my right and caught a glimpse of the photo Jean keeps on the table next to the laptop. Just for a brief second it was like he was sitting there! We may not always have seen eye to eye but I miss the old goat more than I ever could have imagined.