I looked at the old photo in my hand.

Hi Dad, you handsome devil.

Tears welled up as I traced my forefinger across his face.

I'm getting married.
Can you believe it?
Her name is Bertha and she's a fine lass. She's very funny, just like you.

We're spending Christmas together,here, with Mum and Simon.
We all miss you ever so much.

Rex, Mrs Brown's dog was barking again. I rolled my eyes and let a little smile escape.

Dad, I love you and always will.
Take care.

Placing the photo back on the mantle piece , the floodgates opened and I sobbed.

Mum entered the living room,

"Oh, darling, come here."

Hugging her tightly, I felt like a child once more.

Rest easy Dad, we will meet again.