Saturday, 20 June 2009

Father’s Day

As its Father’s Day, on Sunday, I’m going to take me Mother out for a drive. Not just because ma Dad is no longer here, but because, if he was, he’d appreciate the idea of getting the old girl outta the house to give him a bit of peace and quiet.

It’s been a few years since ma Dad passed away but it hasn’t stopped me having a wee chat with him when the need arises. In fact, I guess I talk to him more now than when he was alive. A bit ironic really, but time and space no longer divides us, just the lack of a physical presence. It’s a great comfort knowing he’s up there looking over me, of which I appreciate, and that’s why I’m taking me mother out. It’ll make it easier for him to keep his watchful eye on the both of us.

Happy Father’s Day, Daddy. God bless you. x


  1. That's nice. Hope the day went well.

  2. Cheers, Cowboy. Not a bad day at all. My sister treated me to a pony ride, on the beach. Just a quick up and down with my great niece who was on a little Shetland. My mount was a pretty sturdy beast, and not as cute, but seemed to manage the wide load ok.

    Hope you got a treat, or two, yourself for Father's Day.

  3. Wide load, huh? Saddle-bags slung low? Hell, that poor sturdy beast must have been in tears when it saw you striding toward it.

    I got a card, thanks. No animal cruelty in that.

  4. Huh! I'll give you saddle bags, Cowboy... When you're as short as I am they're bound to be a little nearer to the ground than most.