This is my first Father’s Day without dad. Truth be told the last “normal” Father’s Day we shared was in 2014 when I presented him with his Family History book. Little did we know month’s later, on 4 September 2014, our lives were to change irrevocably.
Dad died in August 2017. There’s so much I’ve found in the last few months I wish I could’ve shared with him. He’d be so annoyed with me, as so much is stuff he’d rather not know. And the Hill Family History book has evolved so much since Father’s Day 2014. I’ve just not had the heart to update it. It’s all in my head, which is far from ideal.
And there’s never a day goes by that I would like to quiz him on family history, or wish I’d paid more attention to what he told me: my current bugbear is the Mayo Brett family. He mentioned a connection, but I can’t remember what it was.
To be honest, because I can’t share things with dad any more, my paternal family history line doesn’t hold the same interest for me. I apologise to those DNA contacts for my lack of engagement over the past year. I do hope my passion for my paternal line will be rekindled with the passage of time. For now it’s all too raw.
For those of you lucky enough to have your dad, never take them for granted.
My Rugby League WW1 book will be dedicated to you, dad. Because it was you who introduced me to the game when I was a toddler and who was responsible for my passion for Rugby League and sport generally – much to mum’s annoyance as it meant I wasn’t interested in Saturday shopping visits to Dewsbury market, or Saturday afternoon Irish dancing lessons.
The point of this post is to say:
Happy Father’s Day 2018 Dad. Love you and miss you. You were the best Dad EVER.