Way back and wordful Whensday

So you haven't heard mush about my dad, have you? Well, the truth is that I do not remember much of him, although what I do remember is so sweet that I guess I can live on it for a lifetime.

My dad passed away when I was 7 and he was 45, from his 4th heart attack. He suffered from a bloodvessel disease all his life and lived after 3 heart attacks and an aorta transplant at 40 - quite radical back in the 70's but off course, South Africa was the medical forerunners is the world - we did the first heart transplant.

I can not remember how his voice sounded - we have old home films, but off course there is no sound. I can remember his smell, his big kind hands and his scrubby cheeks. I can remember him playing games using heaps of imagination. I remember us painting together, playing with his model trains and building model cities. I remember small little vignettes, pictures from the past. I remember his size (he was 6 foot 7 inches tall). He was a great dad.

My mom jokes that she never had a child until after my dad passed away. Our personalities was a perfect match. I was so totally daddy's little girl. My dad was also a keen photographer, as I am, therefore I have very few pictures of the two of us. Today I share with you my absolute favorite - this must have been somewhere between 1971 and 1973, ( be between 3 an 5) and I remember the place vividly. This was the farm of my mom's cousins, Craigrossi, in Clarens, one of the most picturesque areas of South Africa. I just love the tenderness - this is how I will always remember my dad.

For some more blasts form the past go over to Cheryl's and play along and if like me, and Angie at 7 Clown circus's Wordful Wednesday you have to "talk" about your photographs, head over there to have a look as well.