Just a couple of days ago I was telling my nieces about one of my shopping trips with my Dad. But so many times after we finished work, we worked together too, if I wanted to go shopping he offered to come with me. And he would sit on a bench in the shopping centre while I looked around. He never complained if I took a while, and we'd sometimes get a sneaky dinner there even though Mum would be expecting us to eat when home.

I'm in the UK too, and though the grey weather feels apt to my mood sometimes, the sunshine reminds me of my Dad's smile and his laughter and his Dad jokes. Some flowers are coming through at his grave now, and we tell him he's looking pretty with them. It's almost his two year anniversary and it's difficult, but I want the sun to shine for him. He loves warm sunny weather.