Today has been four years since my Dad died. We lost my Dad. My Dad passed away. Four years and whichever way I say it it still sounds foreign and wrong. Four years and it still feels like being stabbed in the chest every time I remember. I just 'remember' less frequently as the months trickle by. I suppose that's what people mean when they say 'it gets easier'??
Waiving anonymity today. Here's my beloved father, George, with his newborn namesake, our Boy. For the 8 months they had together, I've genuinely never seen a grandfather love on their grandson so hard. Kills me every day that they were separated.
I love you, Dad. Miss you xx