Last year.

It was my daughter, Lily’s, 13th birthday yesterday.

She had a party last year, despite my survival being very much an uncertainty.

She told me last night that last year she’d  expected me to come out of hospital to be at her party. It would seem that the severity of my condition hadn’t been shared with my children, a good thing I think, given that I pulled through eventually.

Last night’s celebration was all the more special to me, just because I was actually able to attend , and sit next to her to see her blow out her candles.

Being a dad is a wonderful thing, sometimes. image

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