All you Dad's looking down, including mine.
Today in Heaven, for your children you shine.
We close our eyes and picture a million faces.
And today we visit a million resting places.
We look to the skies, we raise a glass or two.
We wipe away the tears as we remember you.
Younger Dads, who we barely got to know.
Or older Dads, that we saw into old age grow.
We remember them all today, in our own way.
Heavenly Dads, we love you even more today.
Michael xx
I was too young to know my father before he died prematurely of
TB in 1949 but I share the sentiment expressed here. He survived the trenches of WW1 and the dangers of the Anglo-Irish conflict that followed, before continuing with service in WW2.
It seems so cruel that he should have succumbed to a disease
that was virtually eradicated in the UK a few years later. Maybe
that is why I've retained a certain attitude to those today who
bang on about life's "unfairness" and how bad things are now.
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Mike Bartram
Sun 18th Jun 2023 19:58
Thank you for your moving comment...My Dad left home when I was very young, so I hardly knew him, oddly enough the only visual images I have of him are when he turned up as a speaking guest on an episode of This Is Your Life. I never knew he passed away until years after, so it's a mystery to me most of my Dads life. Out of respect I never asked Mum questions about why Dad left and I never once complained that I missed having a Dad around. As I don't know the full story, I'm still unsure how to feel.