Today marks thirty years since my father in law, John, died. I can’t believe that so much time has passed.
It’s such a shame that we are social distancing, but a hug is in order, with so many memories of the relatively short time I knew John.
He had a real love for life, perhaps erring on enjoying some things too much, but his love for his children and grandchildren was so obvious, steadfast and true.
I remember his laugh, his walk and his easy manner.
His life was cut short at 54 and I’m sure not a day goes by when he is not remembered with love and fondness.
I still can see how full the crematorium was as we celebrated his life. I have never seen, before or since, one so full, all ages, race and denominations coming together.
Our youngest two never met him and that is sad for us and them, and now with great grandchildren he would have been as proud as punch.
Once this lockdown eases we can perhaps reminisce and look through photos and take comfort in a life lived and a reminder that things quickly change but memories remain. 
Big hugs to Kevin and Viv today. ❤️❤️❤️
My little life 