Dad rocks!

Spirit and Destiny - - Trending -

Last year my dad turned 80. We live 200 miles apart, me in Shrop­shire, him in Kent. The fam­ily threw a birth­day party for him, but as I left, I had my usual guilty feel­ing about liv­ing so far away. Dad had al­ready had a cou­ple of falls so I al­ways wor­ried about him. A week later, my part­ner and I had a mini break to Llan­dudno, North Wales and vis­ited the beau­ti­ful Great Orme head­land. I don’t know why, but Dad was on my mind more than usual. Up at Great Orme it was re­ally misty but sud­denly the mist cleared and there on the grass was an ar­range­ment of rocks. I moved closer and saw that the rocks spelt out Nearly 81. This amazed me as, of course, Dad will be 81 on his next birth­day. Who would have moved the rocks into that ar­range­ment, I won­der? I don’t know but I reckon it was just a lit­tle re­minder from the heav­ens of what an amaz­ing man my dad is.

Su­san Tay­lor, Wal­cot, Shrop­shire

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