My eldest sister and I went to a party in Bristol on Friday night. It was the 50th birthday party of the son of one of my Dad's oldest friends. I guess his Dad and my Dad have been friends for 75 years or so.
Our 2 families were very close even though they moved south to Bristol some 45 years ago. We spent weekends with them in Bristol and they came to us in Wigan for many years.
Due to problems in their family (my Dad's friend and his wife - also a friend of my Dad from his youth and my godmother - split up some 28 years ago) we have seen each other pretty infrequently in the last few years.
As my sister and I travelled down to Bristol on Friday afternoon we reminisced about the old days - a lot of happy memories.
The party was loud and we (well I!) drank too much - mainly because people kept buying us bottles of wine for travelling so far.
The highlight was on Saturday morning when we went to the friends' daughter's for coffee. It was a beautiful day and the years rolled away as we talked about the old days and renewed acquaintances and met new partners and children.
Of course we told them that my Dad had been diagnosed with AD. Although they were shocked and sad, their memories of my Dad were all happy ones and they reminded us what a great man my Dad was and still is.
In a world where my Dad is pitied and patronised on a daily basis it was good to hear people who respected him and remembered him just the way he was.
As we tore ourselves away my godmother told me to give my Dad a huge hug and said to me - 'he's a lovely man, and at 14, boy he was good looking!'
I passed on the message today and gave my Dad that huge hug
Sue