Who’s that man in the garden? Don’t worry it’s only me – or my dad

It’s been getting on for 30 years since I said my final farewell to my father, my last words to him were very simple, “I love you”. I miss him every day. No. That’s wrong. I don’t miss him because he is with me every day. This weekend I found he is with me moreContinue reading “Who’s that man in the garden? Don’t worry it’s only me – or my dad”