dads.

at the carol concert last night (which was FABULOUS, btw), compere ian mcmillan (who was just GREAT) read some of his own poems, one a very moving poem about his dad making it home from the army in time for christmas. i wanted to share it with you but can’t find it online, so i’ll just say that [unless your dad’s some kind of rum character, in which case ignore the following] dads sometimes get a hard time of it. traditionally, they’re not the nurturers, they keep their head down and work too hard and find it difficult to share their feelings and we take them for granted and think they’ll always be around… then we miss them terribly when they’re gone.

my dad hasn’t made it home for christmas for a couple of years now - but next year he will; and i know i’m lucky to be able to say that.

so a big yay! for dads!