One more day

If we had one more day we would be woken by your gunshot flatulence.

If we had one more day we would eat a full English breakfast.

If we had one more day I would introduce my family. You would tease my husband, a sure sign that you approve. And oh, how you would love my boys.

If we had one more day we wouldn’t need to trek through the jungle looking for wild animals because you would tell us how you wrestled a lion with your bare hands, won the heart of the princess and flew off into the sunset.

If we had one more day I would make you a mug of lapsang suchong.

If we had one more day you would regale us with tales of derring do and have us in stitches with your terrible jokes.

If we had one more day we would reminisce about adventures past over a real ale and a hot curry.

We would dance.

If we had one more day you would wrap me in your arms for the best hug in the world.

And I would get to say goodbye.

Happy birthday Dad. I wish we had one more day.

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