A lifetime ago my daddy got his wings. 30 years. Three decades. It doesn’t seem possible and yet I feel like I’ve not known another life.
Love Bug and I were talking about her grandpa this morning and she said that she misses him every single day. They would have adored each other I know. This morning she told me that our rainbow was extra lovely today because it stretched from my heart to her heart to grandpa’s heart and back again. That’s a lot of love isn’t it mumma?
This photo is a work in progress. It is being restored by a lovely woman who reached out on a pay it forward group I belong to asking if anyone had a photo that was really special to them but was showing signs of age. I was so excited when I found out that she could take out everything else from the photo so that it will eventually just be the two of us in the summer sunshine.
I love you daddy. I miss you every single day. Some days with a force that crushes my chest and makes it hard to breathe.