Blogging is difficult at the moment because it involves sitting down and thinking and thinking is one thing I’ve steadfastly been trying to ignore this month. You see, today is a year to the day that my father-in-law, Ivan Tomlinson, was tragically killed in a motorbike accident while he was on his way, with a colleague, to the bike night on Poole Quay in Dorset. He was a sensible rider and so it came as a complete shock to us.
Ivan was a brilliant father-in-law and, in the seven years I was with his son while he was alive, I came to think of him as important to me as my own father. When things were difficult between me and Tobi, Ivan never took sides, despite the fact I know he was very angry with my behaviour at times. He took the time to tell me that whatever happened he and his wife, Val, wanted to continue to be in my life and spend time with me and their grandchildren.
He was a brilliant grandfather to my children and he was always so pleased and excited to see them, his face lit up whenever he came through the door.
I can’t take away the pain Tobi is feeling today, and I can’t bring his father back. All we can do is remember him and the happy times we had with him.
Ivan was a carpenter and Tobi inherited his tools when he passed. He has kindly given me one of his metal rules to use for my sewing- it has his name etched on the back. I like to think that Ivan would like the fact that his tools are still being used for creative things.
Anyway, that’s enough of being sad. I do have some happy things to share coming up over the next few days so stay tuned.