Almost 4 years ago, Mother Dearest had planned a visit here. I’d asked Dad if he was going to join her, since circumstances had changed but he said no. 
Arrival day came and off I toddled to the airport. I passed the time chatting to Big Sis on the phone, while patiently waiting at baggage claim. I see Mum walking towards me and end my call. Hugs & kisses all round and off to claim her luggage and hit the road. Another call to Big Sis is needed and so I hand Mum the phone.
Suddenly Mum says “Do you know that man?” and I turn to look where she’s pointing. And there, in all his glory, stood my Dear Ol’ Dad!!! Surprise! 
I laughed then I cried, Mum cried, Big Sis cried………Dad probably called us big ejits under his breath! I still tear up thinking about that day - like I said before, we should get good surprises more often!
