If I could score this day on a scale of happiness with 1 being the lowest and 10 being the highest, I would give it a 9. My youngest son has given it a 12.
For me to score it so highly some may think is wrong and strange as Paul has died, but I can't deny the fun we had. We spent the whole day watching and riding in steam trains whilst in the rain. This is something we have done many times as a family (although not often in the rain!) with Paul encouraging his sons in the magic and history of steam trains. Today I listened proudly as my 8 year old son excitedly repeated what his Dad had told him and I smiled, knowing Paul is more than just a memory.
There are times I wonder if I speak about Paul too much to the children or even too little, but I am happy in the fact that I've got it right, for us. And it will always be right because the children have their memories and I have mine and we share them together and he's alive again.
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