Today marks the second anniversary of father's passing. That was obviously, by some distance, the hardest day of my life - I still think about him constantly, and I know that Mum is still struggling a lot. He was a great man.
It was a weird day today; my second shift at Santa, but I got chatting to my elf, and mentioned that her father passed away recently. We basically soul-searched, and then had to get cheery mega-quickly whenever a child came in. The contrast of reflection, followed by the excitement of youth - of a youngster seeing Santa, was actually really lovely.
It feels like it's been quite a tough day, but I've needed it to be like this.
Popped in to check up on Mum afterwards and then caught up on emails, as normal.
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