Thursday, 8 July 2010


I visited my Dad today. I haven’t seen him in a while, and to be honest, I didn’t see him today. We didn’t say anything; I just spent some time with him. It was peaceful and comforting. I didn’t stay long, but I wanted him to know that I love him and I miss him. It’s been three years now, and at times that feels like just a heartbeat ago. At other times it feels like a lifetime has passed since we were together.

Ironically, where my Dad now rests is just a stone’s throw (literally) from my childhood home, and where my Mum still lives. In fact, she can sit in her chair in the front room and still see my Dad – and who is visiting him. I know that she finds comfort in that, and so do I.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

(Mary Elizabeth Frye)

Miss you Dad. x


Jacqueline said...

BEAUTIFUL. Thanks so much for sharing.

Dori said...

I'm so glad that I could visit him with you :)

Mike Golch said...

Great tribute to you Dad,I miss mine still.I lost him in August 1984.I miss his humor,some of the other stuff not so much.I spent Father's day with him for a bit.

Brit Boy said...

Jacqueline and Mike
Thank you for your kind words.

I am so glad that you were there with me too. Thank you x

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