Happy Birthday Papa

I’ve never really embraced Valentine’s Day – I’ve never gone wild for huge bouquets of roses and boxes of chocolates.  I’ve never had great expectations of what I might receive.  I’ve not been that bothered.  To me Valentine’s Day is far more personal, it was the day I would say Happy Birthday Papa.

Happy Birthday PapaMy Papa was a wonderful bear of a man. I adored him as a little girl.  I always found it amusing that his middle name was Valentine.  I never got to ask him what he thought about that.  I wonder how he coped at school, I wondered how he coped as a Vicar with Valentine as his middle name.

Papa grew the most amazing roses, they were his pride and joy.  Reds, pinks and yellows. You’d arrive at his bungalow and the front garden would be awash with colour, wonderful scent and delicate petals. He was rushed into hospital on my 13th birthday, he died 3 days later, unexpectedly, on his wedding anniversary.  I never got to say goodbye, neither did my Mum, which must have been awfully hard for her.

For a long, long time I couldn’t bare to look at roses.  I missed Papa too much.  As an adult I still can’t look at coloured roses without thinking of him, without feeling a little sad.  Somehow white roses are ok, I don’t associate white roses with Papa at all!  I had white roses in my wedding bouquet. But bright colourful roses – say Papa to me, loud and clear!

I’d love to have known Papa as an adult. Having learnt about his parents, I can only imagine that his Mother fought to have Valentine as his middle name.  His Father was a harsh man, certainly not romantic, so I like to think his Mother must have been.

So today, I will look at the clouds and say Happy Birthday Papa, I hope you’re tending a rose garden in the heavens. I miss you Papa, I always will

About Over 40 and a Mum to One

I'm a Mum in my late 40′s with a 7 year old son. I had a busy life in Export Sales before my Monkey came along, but decided to become a stay at home Mum once he arrived. Now I enjoy writing my own family lifestyle and travel blog. sharing the adventures that we have as Monkey makes his journey through school.We have a cat called Brewster who makes appearances and I’m a mad Ferrari Formula 1 fan, so that expect to hear about as each season unfolds.We love reviewing toys, games and books and would love the opportunity to look at anything that fits in with our family lifestyle. We are always out and about and offering an insight on the places we visit, with a passion for nature thrown in for good measure.If you like what you read please leave me a comment, I love to hear from people, and always try to reply. Enjoy the read.

16 thoughts on “Happy Birthday Papa

  1. Lovely post. My Gran used to grow roses in her garden. They were beautiful. I love roses as a result and whenever I see them I’m reminded of her. At first that was hard but now, it’s like I know she’s there watching over us.

  2. Aww Happy Birthday to your Papa.
    My Gran helped to raise me and her Birthday sometimes falls on mothers day which is quite hard for me to celebrate as a result. Our loved ones will always be with us. I’m sure they hear us when we look up at the sky and send them our love. I also believe that a part of loved ones passed are in our children xx

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