I don't know if I have mentioned before that my lovely Dad used to be a semi-professional singer in his younger days. He had a fabulous voice and was tall, dark and handsome… a shame really that he was never 'discovered'!
I had been thinking of him a lot in the last few weeks as we approached the third anniversary of his death. I still find it difficult to believe that my Mum can't just hand over the phone to him for a quick chat after Mum and I finish our lengthy conversations. I hadn't really been able to visualise him much until I had a very vivid dream of him a couple of weeks ago.
On the night that Russell Watson was at QVC, I was talking to Claire Sutton about my dream – she lost her Dad many years ago so I knew she would be able to relate to my experience. We had just finished our conversation and I turned the sound up on the television just as Russell began to sing. I couldn't believe my ears.
He was singing Mario Lanza's 'Be My Love', a song that my Dad used to sing when I was a young girl growing up. It was almost as though he was trying to let me know that he was still looking out for me, and you know I like to believe that he is.
This year I have been able to cope better with the anniversary and focus my attention on happy times when he was alive. The photo with my Mum was taken 5 years ago when he was the ripe old age of 85!! I had invited them out to Spain to see the 'old wreck' we had bought and he made me laugh when he asked 'IF' they needed a passport! I suppose because we're all in the EU now he wasn't sure.
Last week was also Daniel's birthday, so lots of cake baking went on with that and the Christmas cake. Also delighted to report that Crystal Palace managed to win at the weekend, so an extra pressie for Danny.
Speaking of football, my Fantasy Team is doing a little better, although I still seem to have the ability of transferring in players who instantly get injured. My latest two examples, the Blackpool Goalie and Fulham's Andy Johnson… do me a favour and don't tell them!!