For my Dad.

The hardest thing about moving to Spain was leaving my Dad but he wanted us to go, he knew it would be good for my health and with todays technology, keeping in touch is so much easier. I rang Dad every couple of days from Spain to chat to him about our new adventure, what had happened, what we had achieved and what had gone wrong and he always seemed to enjoy hearing of our experiences so much.

When I came back to visit him in hospital he always wanted to know everything and he was always telling me when he thought it was time for me to go back home.

One of our reasons for choosing Spain for our new home, among many, is that it would only take a few hours to fly back if we needed to, and that was the case last week. I spoke with Dad on Thursday morning and flew back to be with him the same day. I could have a cup of coffee and a chat with Dad as we had done so many times over the last few years before Dad went to sleep for the last time.

When I started this blog I promised myself it would be a 'warts and all' record - well, this has to be the biggest 'wart' that I'll ever include.

Dad, I'll miss ringing you up to tell you of our new lives, but as I continue this blog over the months and years, it will be over a cup of coffee and it'll be my chats with you.

I'm so glad you got to see how happy we are in Spain, I know that was important to you.

The coffee cup is empty now so it's time to end this chat, but from now on this blog will always be written

For my Dad.