Today has been a sad day. Maisie has a Duke of Edinburgh Bronze Award expedition today which meant setting off at 6.30am for an hours drive to Flagg. As we pulled off the drive I noticed our cat Stanley laying on the pavement. At first I thought he was asleep in the morning sun but soon realised that he must have been run over and died. Of course the girls are heartbroken. Pets become such a part of the family that when they go their loss is so noticeable.
So a sad start to the day and then at midday I was reminded of the date. 19th June. The day 25 years ago that my dad died. This year is particularly poignant as Lily is 15 the age I was when he died. The thought of her losing her father now would break my heart. To be fair I think it broke mine way back then. The pieces are all stuck back together again and the pain mostly gone. Except for some days like today where is a dull feeling of losing something important. Something very special. Life's lessons can be cruel sometimes.