25 years ago, not on this day, my father died. Yesterday would have been his 86th birthday.
To all of you who still have living fathers, I have only this to say – enjoy every single moment. Love your dad to death and keep a constant watch.
Never a single day goes by when I don’t miss my father. We were extraordinarily close. He was my hero, my friend, an amazing business colleague, and my adored father. I count myself fortunate to have had such a loving, supportive man for my dad.
Yesterday, the viking and I attended my BFF’s son’s wedding.
February 11th, since my father passed, has always been bittersweet to me, and will continue to be so – I have no doubt of that.
But, yesterday, seeing Troy and Louisa starting off on their new life filled with hope, optimism, and the absolute best of the invitees who attended the ceremony, erased some of the sadness I’ve come to associate with the ominous date, February, 11th.
So, I thank you – Liz, Troy, and Louisa, for reminding me of the best and brightest view of life.
Cheers,
Jianne
P.S. Here are some pics of the wedding – and you just gotta love that their pooch – Tilly – was the ring bearer!!!!!!
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