Twenty five years ago, today, The (then not) Husband met my Dad. Just a few weeks after he and I got together.
It was Dad's 71st birthday, so today, he would have turned 96.
To say that they hit it off, would be an understatement. They had an instant rapport: shared a love of beer, whisky and merciless teasing. Of me.
I have no photo of them together. We discussed his moving to Cape Town to live with us. Dad died a mere 10 months later.
I miss them both.
Until next time
Fiona
The Sandbag House
McGregor, South Africa
Photo: Selma
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My goodness, @fionasfavourites, I am not sure what to make of this:
For your sake, hopeful that it was all done in good taste and "no harm, no foul," your title suggests perhaps not so much. If so, in honoring their memory, you do well, as we tend to keep the fond memories and forgive the less so.
Our peace of mind is dependent on the latter, so hopefully that is the case.
It was most certainly out of love. Had it not, I'd not be missing my Dad and I'd not have married The Husband.
I gave as good as I got.
This is just part of the bittersweet.
Very good. Sometimes it is challenging with reading words on a screen, to be clear on what is being said. Thank you for clarifying that all is well.
Life can be so terribly unjust Fiona, just when they got to know each other! You're always in my thoughts xx
Bless you, Lizelle. I hope you are surviving the inclement weather xxx
Fortunately no damage in our immediate area, but bad elsewhere. KZN (tourism especially) really has been taking a beating these past couple of years.