So dad, yeah, another year without
you. Somehow we muddle along.
Btw are you sitting on my steps in
Paddo? The cat keeps looking and staring and in my mind I can see you, dressed
in your blue flannel checked shirt, red and green beanie askew, grinning at me.
Is heaven that good dad? So what do
you think about everything? Let me pick your brains and chew over the fat, as
we used to do in days gone by. Did you see what I've done with your book? Yeah,
I know, but it's getting there. Yep, quality paper, lots of photos, as you
wanted. It's your book. I'm still working on mine.
No, I don't laugh as much, you're
right, fancy you noticing that. Yes, I'm eating well, and of course I miss you
topping up our wine glasses. How you loved to fuss over us. Thanks mate. We
adored you too.
Yes, I'm doing what you asked me to.
No I'm not crying much. I don't miss you most days, as you are always beside
me. Even the cat notices.
Take care mannie, I'll see you again.
Want to help me blow your candle out?
Ready? Hold hands, eyes closed, talking to God.
Now blow....
Miss you Beetle. xx
Always the Youngest.
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