Remembering my dad

It's four years today since my dad died. Four years since I had to say goodbye to the most wonderful dad a girl could ever have. I was blessed to have thirty years with him around - so many happy memories of family life. I just wish that my little girls could have known their lovely grandad - he would have absolutely loved them to bits. I remember how much he doted on my twin sister's two daughters - I think in the last years of his life he often got a bit confused, living in the past and thinking they were us.