My own Father, Harold Edwin Masterson, known as "Fritz" passed away 33 years ago June 1981.
I miss my Dad so many days ....
Over the past couple of previous days Rob managed to get the load of gravel we had delivered Friday spread as well as grating our driveway.
Once I had retrieved the laundry late afternoon from the clothes line, and made up our bed fresh, Rob and I started our Dinner together.
As I sat down after Dinner to do my blog post, Rob got called out again. No rest for the weary. Still I hope I made his day a bit special. Paul, Aiden and Connor called him just before we had Dinner, so that in itself was "special".
Tomorrow I have to remember not to have a cuppa tea when I get up, as I have to fast for some blood work I want to get done tomorrow.
I think I will take all our Aussies out and about for a bit, then maybe go sit our in our Gazebo to relax for a time before calling it a night, Just North of Wiarton & South of the Checkerboard.