I write about my faith because it is the part of me that I keep returning to, the part that makes the most sense when I’m lost and the only part that tells the truth. It’s also the only part that’s not anything to do with me because I didn’t make it up.
Apparently today, 15th November, is ‘I love to write day’? No idea who, where, what or why that is, but the date is significant to me as it’s my Dad’s birthday – he would have turned 71. So in honour of the day, I’m going to write briefly about him.
Above is my recent sketch from a favourite photo of him taken on my wedding day in 1994, he is embracing me as I leave to go away on honeymoon (I didn’t include myself in the sketch as it’s the back of my head and big wedding hairdos are hard to draw). I love this photograph but it’s a bitter reminder of how much I have missed his hugs for the past seventeen years.