As I watch you sitting with our children, blowing the hot dinner you have just cooked them – I watch from afar, amazed at what a doting wonderful amazing Father you really are. So kind, caring and gentle you really are an amazing Dad to the three of them but I can sometimes forget this.
Last week you got up at 4am and drove to near London where you will be all week. Granted most may think working away would be quite nice as he gets in from work and gets to chill out on your tod but you always have to FaceTime the kids before they go to bed so you can “kiss” them goodnight. Long hard physical working days take their toll and you’ll be back on Friday afternoon straight into the mix. Saturday and Sunday you got up at 5.45 and 5.30am to give me a Mothers Day treat of the weekend. I went out for a meal for a friends 40th on Saturday evening and again you sorted out tea, baths and bed with minimal help from me. Yet I still moan.
I have become quite difficult to live with lately. The intense wave of grief has knocked me for six these past few weeks; I usually have a couple of bad days but these seem to be more frequent and much longer yet you tell me not to worry about the ever growing laundry pile and don’t bite when I’m short and sometimes rude in the manner in which I talk to you. You know how much I’m hurting, you know how to help, you are just there for me – unconditionally.
Thank you for my lovely Mothers Day gifts and wiping my tears as I came back from visiting my Mom. I have forgotten lately to say how lucky I am to have you but I hope you know this. You may not read my blog but if ever you do – thank you. You really are a one in a million. And I promise never to be so slushy and non sarcastic again!!!!