Daddy's Little Princess

  • Out Of The Blue

    FormerMember
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    On Sunday 2 September I braced myself for grief. From a few days before I knew what was coming. Six months since he took his final breath.

    I lit all his candles, and I kneeled down in front of my photos, ‘the shrine’ to him. I was sad. As I spoke to him I shed a tear. But I didn’t feel the grief I expected.

    You can’t plan for grief. It may not come on those days that you expect. It will hit…

  • Mother Dearest

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    I am a daddy’s girl; his little princess and mini-me. My mum knows this, and over the last 18 months she has watched as my world shattered around me; as I dedicated my every moment to care for him, and then my every tear as I grieved the loss of my first true love.

    My parents seperated when I was eleven years old. I came to terms with it and I came to love my step-dad as the years went by. My parents were schoolyard…

  • Rainbows and Angels and Shooting Stars?

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    On 12 November 1986 I laid eyes on my first love.

    On 1 March 1986, nine months earlier I had been at his wedding. I was nothing more than the size of a peanut; just starting to grow the fingers that I would wrap around his, and the lips that would kiss him so lovingly for the next 25 years were just beginning to take shape.

    From that first moment that I saw him, the moment that he became a daddy, and I his princess;…

  • The Rainbow

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    FormerMember

    03 March 2012

    On his first day of testing out his new magic powers he sent me a shooting star.

     

    04 March 2012

    Every day since I have seen a rainbow.  For the first few days it appeared on the carpet outside my bedroom, reflecting off a nearby mirror.

    I began to fear the day I didn't see one.  It isn't that he hasn't sent you one, its just that you didn't see it that day, my friend told me.  And I think…

  • There Is Something Wrong With The Tree

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    FormerMember

    02 March 2012

    A story shared between a father and a daughter.  A story for the past.  For the present.  And for the future.  As a young girl he read The Magic Faraway Tree stories to me at bedtime.  As a mother I hope to share these with my own children.  But first I want to reshare them with my father.

    After almost 20 years, on 04 January 2012 we entered the Enchanted Wood together.  Hand in hand with Jo, Bessie and Fanny…