Dad Love

‘Dad love..!' That's what I called you when I sat on your knee and wanted to share your dinner. I don't know why but eating from your plate always seemed better than mine. Or it would be ‘dad love' our Sylvia and Pauline are hitting me, they weren't, I used to tell lots of lies in those younger days, and they must have worked because you spoilt me. To me you were my mister wonderful. I remember going rabbiting with you once cos I was afraid you'd get lost and wouldn't come home. 

Later when I was a young teenager you would worry about me trailing all over the country with my autograph book. You didn't know the half of it. Friends would cover for me while I slept on the pavement waiting for Beatles tickets. I gave you a lot of worries and you didn't know what to make of me as I would tell you lie after lie and charm you with ‘dad love'.

I know you were glad when I met Mick and settled down. But then I gave you one more heartache when I came to live in Australia. But when you came over on holiday with mum, you knew we'd done the right thing.

Anyway dad I'm going to miss our Thursday night phone calls and I want you to know that I love you with all my heart.

Good bye ‘Dad love'

Anne

PS

When I was four you took me up the Epolite to watch a storm cos I was afraid of lightning. I stood with you in the rain and held your hand while you explained what lightening was all about, and from that moment I was never afraid again. And when you came to Australia to visit me there was the best lightening storm I'd ever seen and we just sat and relived that special moment.I have so many good memories of us together that I will never forget you my ‘dad love.'