...when I got a job, and there was no one to tell.
...when we get up early in the dark, but it's not to catch the ferry to Wales.
...when I'm eating cereal in the morning and I remember the last time he looked well was one morning eating breakfast as I waved goodbye before heading back to Dublin.
...when I need to be inspired.
|Aged 80. Atop a "Munro"|
...when I realise that I'll never know if he had Aspergers. See the photo. He collected trig point numbers. At my suggestion.
...when I remember how I could have a moan and a joke with him in the same breath during our daily phone calls. Perhaps that's why I don't like ringing people any more.
...when I look at the state of my garden and think, God I could do with some good advice, I'll just ring my Dad. Oh.
...when I'm feeling worried or overwhelmed and there's no-one to tell.
...when I don't know what to do, and I don't know who to ask.
...when I think about those evenings we spent sipping red wine and putting the world to rights.
...when I know that it's all up to me now. And will be.
...when I realise that I didn't appreciate my parents enough when they were alive.
...when I realise that I'm nobody's child now.
That's when I miss my Dad. Every day.