Ubba. Everyday remembered.
This is me and my father on an obvious day! One of my many fonder memories. "I love you, Ubba"
My father passed away 2 years ago this summer. It was a deeply painful time to remember. Fortunately, the fonder memories are able to cloud over the pain, yet a tear somehow always escapes. I often wonder whether he can hear me, or see me. I have so much to show and tell. I hope you can see and be proud of the family I have created.
Your guiding hand on my shoulder will be with me forever.
Here is Hubby and the boys. The photo was taken yesterday on a breezy, grey and cold summer's day.
I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection.
- Sigmund Freud