Remembering Dad4:38 pm
I remember the day this photo was taken, it was a warm summers day in 1973. I'd been shopping with my Mum and my brothers, and I remember being very proud of my lovely smock and shorts.
When we got home from shopping, my Dad had finished his shift as groundsman at the dog track we lived on, and was snoozing on our terribly 70's white plastic sofa with the orange cushions.
Mum had borrowed a camera from her brother and we dragged our poor sleepy Dad outside to the yard to take them. He hated having his photo taken, and sadly there are really only a small handfull of photos of him in existence, he was so good at avoiding the camera.
This photo is small, tatty, out of focus, but one of my treasures.
Love you Dad, twenty four years today since you left us. I'll see you in my dreams on the beach showing Florence the waves. x