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People say life is the thing, but I prefer reading*

Two Years

Can it really be the 12th November already? I've had half a post written for about three weeks now, but I haven't been able to find the time or, more importantly, the words, to finish it off. It should've been easy, seen as it was all about my honeymoon, but I'm going through a bit of a dry spell, blogging wise. And that's probably a good thing, as I probably would have come off sounding smug and pissed everyone off. You can click on my Flickr badge for the photos if you like, and if I get round to finishing that post without sounding like one of those people you dread sitting down next to you at a party because you just know they're going to bend your ear with stories that start 'when I was in [insert exotic location here]' I'll publish it.

But just now I do have something to say, because tomorrow is the second anniversary of my dad's death. On this day two years ago, Hubby and I had a horrible falling out about the amount of time that we were spending with each other's family (i.e. we both wanted to spend more time with our respective parentals). Him, naturally and completely rightly, because his father had passed away six months earlier. Me because seeing Hubby's father dying of cancer had made me realise how lucky I was, and want to cling onto my own family while they were all alive and healthy. The following day, before we made it out to see them, my dad had the heart attack that killed him.

Ever since then, although I miss my dad terribly, I have tried really, really hard to keep thanking god, or whatever higher power made me, that I still have an amazing husband and family, and that they're all healthy and happy(ish). It's so difficult juggling our mothers (not literally thankfully, that WOULD be difficult), and we still can't believe the situation we're now in - both our mothers widowed before they're 60 - but it is how it is, and if my dad were here he would tell me things could be worse, and that I should stay positive. And he's right - there's no point dwelling.

But I still miss him.
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At 12.11.07, Blogger Loth said...

Great to see you back and great photies! Lovely post too. So, have any of your older female relatives asked when you are starting a family yet? One of mine asked me virtually as I got off the plane from the honeymoon!    

At 13.11.07, Blogger Drama Queen said...

Your Dad would be so proud of you, I know I am. XXX    

At 13.11.07, Blogger Shameless said...

Wow - looks like you had a fantastic time. The photos are great :)    

At 14.11.07, Anonymous Lynx said...

Glad to hear you're back; I was just about to start scouring the detention centres of Malaysia for you! The photos look great, what we need now are some photos of the wedding.

I hope yesterday wasn't too painful for you. Just remember all the good times you had, plus all the good times you've got to look forward to.    

At 14.11.07, Blogger Cat said...

It's ten years this year since my dad died. I miss him every day. Christmas is generally the worst time for me, and this one is going to be horrendous with my mum spending it with her new fella. Yes, I'm glad she's met someone and is happy and in love, but I hate feeling like my dad has been replaced.    

At 15.11.07, Blogger Stacey said...

Of course you still miss him, love. As DQ (who probably knows much better than I) said, I'm sure he's very proud of you.    

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