It’s hard to believe that it’s been 20 years to the day since my dad died. Twenty years of missing him and so much has happened since he’s been gone.
This photo was taken just over twenty years ago, the last photo I had taken with him. It’s one I’ll always treasure.
Twenty Years Ago Today
Twenty years go today, my older sister and I were working a shift together at Burger King, in Manchester.
There was a phone call, a sense of urgency, worry and we had to leave work early.
Back at our flat we packed ready to take a train home in the morning.
There was a phone call and my mum spoke those dreaded words that noone wants to hear.
I shouted “No!” down the phone to her, I didn’t want to believe it, couldn’t believe it. He was only 49.
We were miles and hours away from Pembrokeshire but we needed to get home to be with Mum and Ceri.
We caught a train, but of course it was late so we could only get home so far.
Dave arranged for his friend, Cloud to borrow Meurig’s (his boss at the time) car and to come and pick us up at Cardiff and drive us the rest of the way home.
We cried all the way.
I remember there was a full moon and the moon looked so different to how it had ever looked before or would ever look again.
Mum and Ceri were at Aunty Janet and Uncle Gary’s house, so we went straight there. Noone wanted to be in our actual house without Daddy there. We weren’t ready for that yet. Shocked, heartbroken and exhausted (yet unable to sleep) we stayed the night at Gary and Janet’s.
The next day we woke to face the heartache. It felt like our world had stopped spinning, yet life kept turning. Slowly, over time our world began to spin again but life would never be the same without Dad in it. And now twenty years have passed.
We miss you so much Dad, you’re spoken about and remembered every day. We love you always.
xxx
Read more: Birthday Memories of Dad
(I know I also mentioned losing Dad yesterday in my This is Me post, but I had to mark this anniversary. Also, I know we’re only on day 2 of Blogtober and I’m already late, but it was a busy day today marking this date.)
Always in your heart wherever you are xxx
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Yes, he certainly is. Thank you xxx
It always stays with you doesn’t it, losing a parent is so awful. I can recall the day my Dad died (he was 53) and I was only 9 years old. It sounds like such an awful time for you, I can’t imagine having to travel so far after receiving such news. And it doesn’t matter how many years pass we still miss our parents. sending a big hug.
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Bless you. Yes, it does. My youngest is 9. So young to lose a parent. Lots of love and hugs too. Thank you xxx
I am so sorry! Sending love and hugs. Thinking of you today. x
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Thank you xxx