Again with the memories, those lifebelts to cling to when you want to ignore the present. On this day however, acknowledging that all those times I want to tell him something; from silly news articles and stories to the boys' achievements. Knowing that they won't go away but imagining how he'd react, quiet pride in his beloved grandsons, wanting to read up on what is happening, is some comfort after all these passing years.
Funny that when I was looking through old photos I found this - unlike most of my friends dads he would have one drink then stop. It was taken when on holiday to Italy when I was 12. He'd been stationed there for a time during WWII.