I touched your forehead “I love you Ubba, your going to be ok. I promise.” A promise broken and never forgotten, but could never have kept. I often wish my last words to you were different, but I still didn’t believe them to have been the last words I would have ever said to you. There would have been a number of things I would have said if I knew… “I’ll always love you” “I’m so proud that you were my Ubba” “Thank you for the best things you ever did for me” “Thank you for just being you” “Don’t be scared…we’ll be ok”.
As the week encroaches the year anniversary of the passing of worlds of our Ubba, things have been.... different.
I'm dedicating this blog post to a special man, my father.
Not a minute passes in a day that my Ubba has not entered my thoughts. I can still hear his voice, his accent, his words. The more I remember, his goodness and kindness shines brighter and the higher an angel he has become.
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5 comments:
Thanks for sharing your lovely photos with us.
Your Ubba was a lovely man. My daughter Jacqui told me that he was so kind and such a help to her when they worked together.
He will always be remembered as a good person and my thoughts are with you and your family at this time.
Thanks June for your lovely comments. I know my dad thought the world of Jacqui, she's a lovely girl, who wouldn't.
I don't know if it because my emotions are running on high at the moment or if it because your words are so touching but I am typing this message through a sea of tears. Thinking of you and your mum with much love through this difficult time.
Love you lots and hoping we will be friends forever.
Lauren xxx
Thanks Lauren. x
Your so very special to me, one in a million, of course we'll be friends forever.
I think he knew all the things that you didn't get to say.
Take care,
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