This photo was taken in the early 1970s. Hanging out with my Daddy after a spot of fishing. I’m not much older than Bubba is now.
I would give a limb to go fishing with him now. Not for the fishing obviously, but for a few hours in the sunshine chatting with my Daddy.
It’s 27 years today since he was taken from his young family; when he was only a few years older than I am now. Not a day goes by that I don’t wish he was here to scoop Bubba up into one of his cuddles. Just like my favourite photo of my Little Sister and our Daddy. Bubba would love her grandpa. And he her.
I miss him. Every. Single. Day.