Missing Dad

After the funeral, the reception, after The Handley's came back to St. Albans for tea and left, and after the 'wind-down' had begun at home, I spent a few moments on a chore, totally unrelated to the funeral. A minute or two later I looked up to remind myself that I ought to ring Dad and let him know everything went fine.

It was reminescent of the evening Anna and I started phoning around to inform people of Dad's death, we were having trouble finding Dad's bridge partner's home number. He had recently moved but the there was no new number. I had a good idea, "I'll give Dad a call" I thought.

It is a these moments I miss him the most.