Looking down on me

Tomorrow is the Anniversary of My Dad's Death. He died on July 10th.  My Dad, William Wallis Caldwell died in a plane crash when I was little and each year my family gets together and celebrate his very short lived life of 45 years. Not this year however, one sister is in London, the others are together and I am in Chester. Without a family member. I am always a bit sad when it comes to this day. I have to admit the memories are slowly becoming but one and I get sadder because memories fade and that is the reality. My dad was a a father of 4 girls, a great man, one of true integrity and genuine intelligence and also strength. He ran marathons, climbed mountains in New Zealand and other countries, worked as a Barrister in the Supreme Court and  was a Scholar who as my mum once said, 'excelled at mostly everything'. Something Ive tried to live up to and make him proud. So this picture below is of me and my dad when I was little. It makes me smile and cry at the same time. I look at it and hope that he is looking down on me with his wise eyes, watching with anticipation for my road ahead, but also looking down as a guardian with love, pride and  shelter.