Sunday, 18 June 2017

Father's day

My first without one. I knew it was going to be tough, but wasn't prepared for how tough.

I've been in, or close and fighting back the, tears a lot today. Family weekend away, which was amazing. But watching the presents was just too tough.

My heart goes outto all who have lost theirs, either taken away or not in contact.

For those who still have one - geneite ervan, elke dag!

(Enjoy your time with them, every day!)


  1. Thinking of you and sending big hugs across the Atlantic, hon.


  2. Take care, my friend. Time heals.

    Unfortunately, I didn't even think of my father. He was a good husband and father in all ways but he was homophobic and transphobic. I hate that these two personality traits have so tainted my memories of him.

    Calie xx

    1. I hope so...

      I'm so sorry that you have that taint on your memory.

      I think it showed his character that, the two days before his 60th birthday when I told him that he just hugged me. The next day we went for a walk to talk about it and he told me that I had to do what I had to do, but I had better do everything possible not to hurt Mrs Stace or there would be trouble.

      That he was dealing with it and his major thought was to ensure that other people didn't have to go through any unnecessary pain was just totally him.

  3. A tough one indeed. Thinking of you and I hope you are holding up.

  4. Thanks all... Hopefully time will help. At the moment it still feels like a series of 'firsts' that I have to get though. Even the good things (changing the brake pads on the bike and I could literally hear him telling me the remember the copperslip grease on the metal bits so it was easier for the next person to remove. I smiled at that, but cried later that we couldn't talk about it, not would he tell me off for doing something wrong on the car ever again...