Saturday, March 17, 2012

Dad

I spent the afternoon helping Mum by digging a part of the garden she wants to resow with grass. It was not until I was halfway through the task that I realised we were resowing Dad's vegetable patch. When it hit me the memory was palpable, he would not be here to grow anymore vegetables, he is gone. I had to take a moment. That's how it hits you, one moment you are doing something then a sound, smell or action brings him back. I miss Dad's greenhouse & tomatoes, his casual way of throwing a bag of vegetables at you as if it was a challenge to do better saying  " These are for you ". We never saw eye to eye on many things, but I miss him.

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