21/10/2026
A sunrise for you, Daddy 🤍🌄
A couple of days after losing my dad, Mum and I headed up onto the Long Mynd. A place that holds so many precious memories of him.
We watched the most beautiful sunrise, drank tea from his mug and spent time with the lovely wild ponies. 🐴
Dad absolutely loved it up there. We'd walked those hills together, and he always had such a soft spot for the ponies. The rolling hills and purple heather reminded him of home. His beloved Bonnie Scotland 🏴
I still can't quite believe he's gone.
I can't believe I'll never see his face again, hear his voice or wrap my arms around him for another hug. I don't think my heart has quite caught up with what's happened.
I keep finding myself talking to him as though he's still here beside me. Telling him things, pointing things out, imagining what he'd say.
And I really do hope he is.
So many weird and wonderful things happened in the days leading up to his death, and in the days since.
Dad wasn't religious. But when the time came, I think he believed there was something. Something beyond this life. And I certainly do too!
Grief is such a strange thing. The world keeps turning, the sun keeps rising, the birds keep singing, and somehow life carries on when your whole world has stopped and shattered 💔
But standing up there with Mum, watching the first light spill across the hills and the red Kite float across the sky, I felt a little closer to him 🤍