The other evening Melissa sent me through on the mobile phone this photo of herself and her dad taken back in free and easy 70's (1977)...the doggie was a poor silly dog called Boris - I knew when she sent it through why, without there being any words - sometimes the girls just flick a photo or something representing their time with their dad through - and it breaks my heart - those of you out there who have a good dad - and some aren't - make sure he is loved as much as this one was and make good memories - and dads - be a kid occasionally  - kids love it when someone is being a bit naughty especially a dad. She sends stuff like this when she is missing him - and with others you can't keep talking about someone who is dead - people actually get sick of it - if that person were alive they would be included and talked about - for us in our family just being dead doesn't mean you don't get talked about - for better or worse.

Sometimes I wonder did the family that was us split off somewhere and not have the accident - not become paralysed and is somewhere else living a life that went that away. But them in that parallel universe maybe worse things happened to that family - I suppose better the life you know.