Yesterday was my father’s 4th anniversary and it seemed only right to head off on what was a gorgeous day and just ‘be’ with him.
The notion that ‘time heals’ isn’t one that I buy into. I think that a huge amount depends on what one does with the time and also the very idea of ‘healing’ doesn’t quite fit with the way I feel about loved ones who have died.
As I have said here before, I feel very strongly that those, like my father, with whom I was very close, remain very much in our everyday lives because of the extent of shared histories and experiences.
Father loved nothing better than to spend a September day off taking photographs and he would lose all sense of time in the process.
Yesterday was very like that. It was a day that was full of colour and nature seemed to be in celebratory mood.
Four years may have passed but Father’s presence is as strong as ever.