I am off to a family get together today - 3 of my brothers and 1 of my sisters at my Mum's. It is nearly the anniversary of my Dad's death,(2007) and we are going to honour my Dad at his grave. It is a cultural tradition [my Dad was from Hong Kong].
The picture I attach today - is one that I took of my Dad in 1990 when I went to the family home in Hong Kong for the first and only time. He is in the courtyard of the house and I am outside. I imagine that he is in the next room wherever I am, and that he is always with me.
I can still talk to him whenever I like - and he was always a very quiet man, so sometimes he just doesn't speak back, but he shows his love in so many other ways. I know he is at peace, and was ready to go when the cancer stopped him being able to live his normal life.
I know my Dad's death could have been one of the main triggers of my fibromyalgia, and now I accept that his loss was so devastating for me and my Mum and the rest of the family, but it was right for him. I take solace in knowing he is always with me ..... he's in the courtyard, quiet and dignified forever. xx