One year today since my Dad went home to stay with his family in Heaven.
He was the best.
I miss him every day beyond words.
The picture of me sitting safely on my father's lap was taken in 1953.
We were traveling by boat 120 kilometers to see my ophthalmologist.
The trip would take six hours each way.Long journey for a girl of three. I remember it as was it yesterday.
My Dad seemed to relax and enjoy himself,as did I.
Nothing much to play with,but my Dad
had brought a newspaper with plain big fonts. He used that to teach me the alphabet. When I returned I even knew how to write.
In the big city we went to a toy shop where I was allowed to choose two necklaces and a jewel box for myself.
The string broke many times, but my Dad would always take time to fix them. Gee, was he happy when the nylon string finally came on the market.
I've lost most things from my childhood, but the necklaces are still in their box.
Just to touch them brings a flood of good memories to the surface.