Gone but never forgotten

Yesterday my Dad would have been 80 ... He died one month before his 70th birthday.

My little sister Wendy wrote this on her blog yesterday and I could not say it any better ...

Daddy,

Today I would have called you to say Happy Birthday


you’d have asked me out of which sewer I’d climbed


We’d make a little small talk and then


I’d tell you that “I love you”


and the words would catch in your throat


You’d cough a little


I’d smile on the other side of the telephone line


through my tears


and you’d manage to say


‘Love you’  and offer a hasty goodbye


and that was enough for me.


You’re gone but not forgotten


Forgiven!


Loved!


Missed!


The world is not the same without you in it and the gaping


hole in my heart not yet healed.


I love you Nick.