Spent Tuesday watching all the awful scenes from Manchester while trying to get some work done, just senseless hatred that I cannot comprehend and creating untold heartache for everyone involved. Despite not living there for 30 years there will always be an attachment to my home city and its people and from the reaction I have seen so far we are just keeping cool and showing class. My heart naturally turns towards the north west during this week of May and this year will be the 20th year it has done so as today we mark the anniversary of losing my Dad to lung cancer. I tried to read the words I wrote last year to make sure I didn’t just regurgitate the same stuff but even reading it choked me, if you knew him then just try to read this Quietly Superb – Tony Coe.
Thought I would google and see what the rest of the country was doing on 24th May 1997, results were pretty unremarkable to say the least, but I discovered a fairly basic element that it was a Saturday. There might have been football, rugby, gigs and all sorts of fun things outside our bubble of shock and pain that day but I didn’t even notice it was a weekend!
Struggling for words this morning so will just say that I love and miss you Dad and just wish you could have seen the 4 wonderful young people grow up as your grandchildren. I know how proud you would be grinning until your cheeks hurt like you’d eaten a pineapple chunk.