Dad.
The last time I walked on the beach, I enjoyed the feeling of the salty air; the wind tousling my hair, the sound of the sea in my ears, the smell of the sea in my lungs.
But above all that: I enjoyed the sense of you, plodding along amiably beside me.
You didn't speak. I couldn't see you. There were no footprints in the sand.
But I knew you were there,
And in that moment, that was all that mattered.
Happy Birthday, big guy.
Always,
Alice. x
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