Today marks two major, and opposite events in my life. One amazing, and the other quite saddening.
Firstly, it’s my very first Father’s Day. My beautiful daughter Daisy (who is 6 months old this week) is too young to celebrate it with me, but the occasion will be marked regardless. She has had a massive effect on my life, as you’d expect, and every day she’s growing up more and more. I don’t know where the time as gone, but it seems only last week when she was a helpless little wrinkled pink thing that only cried, slept and ate.
Now, she’s a playful, happy, noisy little girl. She has her own personality too – she’s cheeky, and can already get her own way simply by looking at me with her big blue eyes. I love her so very much.
Secondly, it’s my brother’s birthday; his first since I last saw him. A year ago he got married in Canada, and in August had a blessing over here. I was his Best Man. Soon afterwards, he simply stopped contacting me. Something I don’t understand happened between him and the rest of the family, and for some reason him blotting them out seemed to require him breaking off contact with me too. I don’t even know why. Now he’s moved house, moved job and essentially disappeared.
Happy birthday, Ian. I both love you and miss you.
