It’s over 6 and a half years since my Mum and Dad told us that Dad had Motor Neurone Disease, and that he was going to die.
I remember sobbing to my Mum about an hour later, asking what would happen if Dad wasn’t there to walk me down the aisle. Mum said that Dad was all ready to send me, my brothers and sister out in to the word to get married and have babies straight away!
It wasn’t for another 4 years that I met Nick – almost exactly 6 months after Dad died.
Nick popped the question last month, and I think I’ve done pretty well to hold off my first ‘grief burst’ for just over three weeks. But tonight, as I was looking at potential wedding venues, it hit me – hard.
It’s so incredibly difficult to think that my future husband will never meet my Dad.
And it’s also really hard to plan a wedding that I spent the first 20 years of my life imagining my Dad being a major part of.
A quick Google search shows me I’m not on my own, and there are many creative ways of getting through the day. As my lovely friend said to me as I sobbed down the phone to her – “he’s always with you, and he will be especially on that day.”