Today marks 18 years since my dad decided living wasn’t for him anymore.
Instead of dwelling on the immense sadness that can bring to me, I have decided to remember the happiest half of my childhood. When the family home was taken up by my dads hobbies and family time taken up by mine!
Going over the big bump on the way to Beecraigs too fast so that my head would bump the car roof and my tummy would do a flip. Sitting on Arthur’s Seat, one of my dads favourite places. Singing It’s a Kind of Magic in the car. Trying to persuade him to part with a fig roll from his secret stash in his “workshop”. His magnificent moustache. Going to model railway meets and realising how immensely talented a model maker he was. Giving me my huge love for cats which has in turn grown to a massive passion for all animals.
I didn’t know him well but I am very lucky to have some very happy memories with him. Love you always dad x