As we were flying over France, we felt happiness and relief that everything went well with my Dad and with Wade’s Mum back in Australia, but I also felt great sadness at leaving my Dad all alone.
I know these next few days will be though and lonely for him, because we have left, because it would be Mum’s birthday today, and the one year anniversary of her death on August 30.
We hang on to memories. Because they are joyful, we feel happy. But that also makes them painful. That is the price we pay for love.
Here are our last images of France: in the forest near Dad’s home, and as we fly away, bound for Australia.