Two years have passed since I lost my Dad: Im miss being able to phone and chat, to talk and hear tales of this and that. Whatchamacallit and Old Thingymibob, “How long have them spuds been sat on the hob?!” I miss cricket at Macc, on a Saturday, you heckling the players, both home and away. “We got it in my day”, youd always tell me, it never phased you, you’d abuse the TV! I missed you by my side, on the day of the life, your tomboy little girl, becoming a wife. I knew you’d both be watching and smiling away, We always throw a good party, shame you both couldn’t stay. I miss saying Night Dad,Night Duck youd reply. Im sorry I wasnt there to say a goodbye. The aching inside never fully goes away, the tears often fall, can’t keep them at bay. Youre love of December, and all that it brought, Keeps me smiling inside, with each happy thought. My house like a grotto, with dancing toys galore, I wish we could share just one Christmas more. For how you both raised me, I’m thoroughly blessed, How you both didn’t throttle me is anyone’s guess! a grandson, a wedding, the laughs and the tears, your family will miss you, for the rest of our years. But we’ll smile in your memory, and we’ll all raise a glass, to Bob Lowe, my Dad, a man of such class. And even though your absence leaves me so sad, for being my father, and friend, I’ll always be glad. Love and miss you every day. Jo xx
Posted on: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 10:22:25 +0000
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