Following a recent trip to the coast, I came back feeling refreshed the sea air and gentle waves had taken my busy everyday thoughts away and replaced them with a calm and peace for a few days.
I felt grounded and reminded that we are like small grains of sand; existing for a moment in time. The chalk coastline a reminder of what lies beneath.
A typical phonecall with my dad involve an enquiry about my general health, the weather when I lived in Scotland there was always alot to discuss and then on to the topics of the day.
Elderly parent person google albeit with limited parameters he didn’t know every thing but enough to keep you talking for hours!
This post was written in response to Daily Prompts, Typical.
Its the begining of week 5 of the AW and at the last meeting we talked about things we need to grieve for I wrote my dad. It was a year to the day that he had passed, moved on it’s still a very recent journey that me and my family have begun. But I realise that from now one I can no longer think this time last year he was still with us. Because I have been blogging intermittently for the last four or five years I choose this medium to continue the next part of the journery after year 1. I want to continue to celebrate him like we did at the start of this journey. He lives on in my heart but for now I want him to also live on in the online world a world he was aware of but never joined.
