It's Father's Day (apostrophe placement intentional) and like Mother's Day (again, intentional) it's one of those days when I miss my parents the most.
My Dad is an absolute gem.
In large gatherings he's often quiet and reflective but in smaller groups, he has a wicked sense of humour and a laugh that I appear to have inherited. Today I'd like to be cooking lunch for my Dad but as we're 240 miles apart it's a little unpractical. So instead, as I help Bea make the day special for her own Dad including roast beef with all the trimmings, I'm raising a glass to him from the opposite side of the country and saying "Happy Father's Day. I couldn't wish for a better Dad. Thank you, for just being you." x
