Dad, before I start, let me say that I love you, always and forever. I miss you.
Death is a strange thing. We all know it’s coming, we all know that we aren’t immortal, but we push the reality of death aside because it’s no fun to think about it, is it?
On the 20th of September 2015, I faced the reality of death for only the second time in my life. My father, Frederick Norman Addinall, passed away at the age of 65.
…for just one day. And I’m feeling all of the emotions, you guys!
(Also sorry to any of you who may have just freaked out a little. I couldn’t help myself. Heh.)
Daniel is leaving to go on a little trip tomorrow morning and we’ll be apart for the first time since we got married in November 2013.
The story has just broken that you have passed away and I can only describe what I’m feeling as heartbroken. I’m choking back tears at my desk and I know countless others are doing the same.
As 2014 starts winding down to a close, many people are doing some internal searching and thinking about this year that has flown by and I’m no different.
Exactly two years ago today, my wonderful (now) husband proposed to me while we were surrounded by family and loved ones. And I had no idea it was coming.
I’ve described the day a few times – the crying, the planning, the surprise – it was the most special day and I appreciated all of it.
Daniel is a fairly quiet and (at times) shy human. Knowing it would be hard for him to say a long, eloquent speech, he and my sister planned something different and beautiful.
Many people feel strongly about ereaders. They often only love them or hate them.
I loved my Kindle 3 (with keyboard) as it was lovingly named. It travelled all the way from America over 3 years ago and from the first slide of its power button, I was in love.