(This is sitting on my bedside table. Not the best photo of Taid but only passport size one I had! And the teddy is a farting haggis Taid brought back from a trip to Scotland)
It’s been three years since Taid died and this day doesn’t get any easier. I know life goes on and I now have two beautiful little girls who’ve been named after him (honestly it’s not as silly as it sounds!) I wish they could’ve met him. I wish I could see him hold them even for just one hug.
If truth be told, I could really do with a Taid bear hug right now. I miss him more than ever this year.