Dad was with us for just nine months after this photo. It's three months since he died and I don't think I've actually accepted it yet. I stop myself from thinking about it. I worry that I'm not dealing with it, just avoiding it. Can anyone relate? Am I a weirdo?

I had a right good cry after posting this. It's funny how it just appears in waves like that. Anyhow, I've decided that the rest of the day will involve lots of toys, cute books about puppies, snuggles and naps
I should probably check what Francis is up to as well