Today marks the day my lovely Dad died in 2004. He spent his last seventeen days in the hospice and I spent every day with him. I find the beginning of December quite tricky and this year more than most, not sure why.
I’m remembering the long days full of such mixed feelings, the sadness and the reminiscing, the wonderful staff at the hospice, the way I was so well looked after as well as the amazing care for my Dad. We put up a favourite painting in his room, we took in his (now my) ‘Des Amis Silencieux” bookcase, filled with all his published books which gave every visitor a talking point.
Those who know me, know I wear vanilla perfume every day. One day, late in his stay as I bent over to kiss him good morning, he said how like ice-cream I smelt and he loved it as he loved a good Cornish ice-cream.
I’ve started decorating the tree this afternoon and love the Owl that was on the tree at home when I was growing up. 
Saw this today and loved it.
