Today is the fifth anniversary of my Dad’s death. And Connor’s 9 mo “birthday”.
A couple of Christmases ago, my mum gave us a photo album filled with photos of my Dad, along with some of my (very embarrassing) childhood Father’s Day art and other memorabilia. She did one for each of my brothers and herself as well, a big undertaking given none of the photos were in digital form. Some of these, like his baby and childhood photos, I’d never seen before.
I got the album out today and lit a candle and picked some rosemary for my Dad. And I showed Connor the pictures and told him how much his Pa would have loved him, does love him.
I’m going to make this an annual event. And will do it for Husby’s father too, who died 12 years ago this January gone. I grew up without most of my grandparents and know little about them. I want to ensure that even though Connor won’t ever have a Pa or a Poppy that he will feel like he knows them anyway.
I miss my Dad.