my father, there on the sad height

 

Dad's birthday today. I can't remember off the top of my head exactly how old he would have been though I think about him every day. Poignant doesn't even begin to cover it.

Mum, at least, is very much still with us.

Update: Google Photos just pinged me with a couple of snapshots taken twelve years ago today. 

My son, my father's grandson with a Golden Boot best rugby player award and a selection of judo and athletics medals. That would have been the old man's best birthday present ever.