This Friday was my dad’s birthday. The first time he wasn’t going to be here to celebrate it. The ‘first’ anything seems to be extremely hard going and all week I was feeling pretty miserable about what to do to celebrate his life. Knowing my mum was going to be by herself made it harder too. I called her on Friday morning to see how she was doing, then got in the car and drove to Hastings.
I couldn’t stand the though of mum spending the day by herself. Earlier this week she said to me that I should do something silly and fun to remember him, rather than feel sad. So that is what we did – we spent the day together doing silly, fun things and had a pint in his memory later, at the Jenny Lind.
These anniversaries are not easy and just as you think you’re getting less teary, upset or sad at the loss of a loved one, the smallest thing can leave you in a flood of tears. I’m really glad mum and I spent dad’s birthday together. It gave us a chance to talk about him, do things we did as a family again and ensured we were remembering him with a smile on our face.
Happy Birthday dad, miss you everyday.