Dad’s love

Dad died peacefully in his own bed at home in rural France exactly 12 months ago today.
He placed his giant hand over mine, as he had done when taking me to my first day of school at aged 3. I was crying on the outside that day when forcibly parted from him.
Holding my hand for the last time I2 months ago I was crying on the inside, speaking tender words of love at his passing. I carry that moment and all other moments of loving tenderness between us in my heart today and always.