General Chat

jacqui,lol.it could be him,sending you a thought.he must have had a brill sense a humour.lolxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Jacqui, time will ease your pain, I promise, but don't be ashamed to cry when you need to, and talk to your dad when you want too. My dad died of lung cancer in January 1990, he was 79. I know he would have loved it that I have made contact with some of my relatives that I didn't know when he was alive, I took over keeping in touch when my mum died in 1995 and two of them, a cousin of my dad's and a cousin of mine, I met for the first time this year, altho I had spoken to them on the phone, and been in touch by email with dad's cousin. Another cousin, who was his favourite sister's daughter, I also visited - I hadn't seen her for more than 30 years. Learning more of his family than I had known before, and seeing new photographs, makes me think of my dad as a person, not just my dad, and seeing the house and village where he grew up was lovely, imagining him going to the school, and playing round about the lanes. He came from a different county to the one my mum came from and where we lived so I didn't know much about his childhood, and he wasn't one to talk a lot about things either, or maybe there just was never the time, he was always at work or busy in the garden. I am sure one day I will meet with him again, and with the rest of my family and I will know then what he thinks of my efforts to do the family tree, and I will also ask my mum why she has never sorted out my lottery numbers for me too, still doing her line - the week I stop will be the one time they come up!