Today is Father’s day in the UK.

I always think about my dad, and don’t need a day to do that. He died when I was seventeen, but he has inspired me throughout my life. We were always close. If I ever had a problem, it would be my dad I would speak to.

He was never afraid of showing his emotion, but would always blame something in his eye if he cried at a film or TV show. I definitely get that side from him.

He was a kind man, with a kind heart.

The best part about my dad was his beautiful smile. It always reached his eyes and you could see the dimple in his chin. I miss him so much, and fell a sense of pride every time I think of him.

When I met my husband, nearly forty years ago, I instantly got on with his dad. He was so similar to my dad. He had a gentleness, and kindness, and respect for other people. He loved making endless cups of tea, and I could chat to him, as though I had known him for years.

If they would have met each other, they would have been friends.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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