Our family has done the first year cycle since my father passed away. First Summer, first Autumn, first Christmas, first New Year, first Spring, first birthdays… All of us dealing with it in our own way, not talking too much about it, but more with certain actions.

My sister planted a tree last year in honour of my dad and this year to commemorate the anniversary of his passing she added a “memory stone” but knowing that this is a joyous event, she decided not to make it too morbid with some “In Memoriam” inscription, choosing a much more appropriate title: Father’s Tree. I loved the idea, I just didn’t know how hard it would hit me seeing it in pictures this morning:

And here is the tree in it’s beautiful setting in her backyard:

Me, well, I’ve booked another tattoo which will happen this week… I happened to have one booked at that same time last year and even if the meaning of the design has nothing to do with my dad, well, it still reminds me of him due to circumstances… The one I’m getting this year will freakin’ rock.

Today will be spent with my other dad, Ted’s father who’s finally release with a clean bill of health after the long awaited, often delayed surgery. We’ll bring him home, make sure he has all he needs to put him on the fast recovery path.

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