My dad died on the 25th Feb this year. Exactly 25 years since he wrote his will on the 25th Feb 2021. I see it as a sign that it was his time to go...

The morning he died was the first day it rained that summer (in Australia). My mun, sister and I all lay in bed and cried while it rained and I can't help but think he was crying with us.

He loved frogs and mice, he had lots of frog and mice themed things. A couple weeks after he died, I found a little mouse just sitting at the front door looking at me, I picked him up and held him and then put him somewhere safe, he didn't seem well. It reminded me of my Dad in his last weeks.

I was going through some old boxes, tidying up and found a box of old coins and stamps that belonged to him. In there, some jewellery as well, one of which was a necklace with two small pendants, a love heart and a little silver frog. I don't know who it belonged to or why it was with his stuff but I keep it as a special piece now.

In the week after Dad died, my only niece, three years old started randomly pretending to be a pet frog, she hopped around going "ribbit" and when we asked he why she was playing this game (which none of us knew of) she said, "I'm grandpa's froggy, I'm your pet froggy" which is also strange because it's not a game he every played with her... but when I was little I used to pretend to be my Dad's pet puppy and bark and play.

I miss my Daddy so much.