Today’s NaBloPoMo promt is something that is hard to write about:
What’s the first thing that pops into your mind when you think of your father?
That he almost always had a tan from working outdoors a lot. That his bark was a lot worse than his bite. That he rolled his eyes and hid a smile listening to his adult childrens verbal antics. That he threw us in to swim or sink, but that he was ready with a life vest if we needed one. That he always supported us, even when he thought we made strange choices. That he was a good husband and father.
I miss my father. He died suddenly in January last year. He said goodbye to my mother and went off to play bridge at his bridge club. While playing he suffered a cerebral haemorrhage and was in a coma before anyone in the family could get to him.
After the first few days I did most of my crying while driving alone in my car. Not good for road safety.