Dad's funeral was beautiful, a real celebration of who he was.
Everyone and everything made it special.
Dad's cask lay in the brilliant sunshine streaming through the windows during the service, whilst I knew he was gone it was almost as if I could feel him there.
As I walked out after the service I just had one last pat of the cask, a quiet last contact with the man that made and shaped me during my early…
Matt and I had a lovely chat about his first weeks work...
He likes the job, and enjoys the banter in the kitchen. His boss called him in and said after 3 days he had learned so much more than they expected him too... he has been told at this rate he will be promoted and may get to do more complicated meals. He is currently doing starters, children's meals and sides for mains... he said the children's meals aren't the…
Just had an amazingly challenging day and one which I feel remarkably centred at the end of...
Started this morning with buying clothes for the funeral - Dad specifically said no 'black' .... strange when trying on clothes and seeing the outfit you will wear to say goodbye to your dad.
Then met florist who is doing the flowers for dad - very specific request! Dad was an informal 'no shirt and tie' type of man…
Well our trip to St Thomas' was to get good news... after 5 operations in the last year they believe he is BCC / SCC free for the moment.
He is however, going to have a therapy over the next year which is intended to clear his skin completely... it is applied three days a week and causes the cancer damaged skin to react to it and it may be red and painful - the course for each patch of his face is 3 months long …
Just wondered if anyone out there knows of a poem that celebrates coarse fishing [UK] riverside or lakes, not fly fishing or trout or carp... Dad never one to go after them...
Something that is like a final fishing peg, reserved just for dad
I know it is a long shot - seems all the ones I find are american ones...
Jules xx
