November 7th, to me, was the most important day of this trip. This is my father's birthday, and the one year anniversary of the day that he was buried. I knew that mom would need something very special this day.
In Northern Wales, there is a small town called Talacre on the coast. My Great Great Grandfather used to be the keeper of the lighthouse there, many years ago. I've been there before, and so has my mother and my father. It was one of his favorite places and a seemingly strong tie to our past.
We decided that taking flowers for dad along with birthday cards here on his birthday would make us feel that we were somehow close to him.