It's amazing how many things you forget until someone sparks a memory from deep inside. Daft things, small things, big things, important things, jokey things. They're all coming back. Each day a new memory comes back and I miss you more.
We had so much fun.
Dad, do you remember when we were on holiday, I was only young, James was with us at a caravan site. I don't remember where but there was a shower block and a Scottish guy having a shower. You threw a stink bomb in there. All we could hear was "oh that stinks!!" we quickly scarpered.
It was hilarious. A memory that will never fade.
Tears fall as I think about it. Happy tears. Happy memories.
I wish you were here to laugh about it with me.
I love you Dad.
