{"id":2538,"date":"2025-12-01T15:31:21","date_gmt":"2025-12-01T15:31:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/violetsteel.com\/wordpress15\/?p=2538"},"modified":"2025-12-01T15:31:25","modified_gmt":"2025-12-01T15:31:25","slug":"dad-wrote-christmas-card","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/violetsteel.com\/wordpress15\/dad-wrote-christmas-card\/","title":{"rendered":"Dad wrote christmas card"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>I had a call with my Dad last thursday. He&#8217;s really bad with technology and struggles with basic things on his phone, but he&#8217;s been getting better with Whatsapp since Mum died. On Thursday he managed to send me photos of the dinner he&#8217;d mad for himself. His usual . onions, mushrooms and chicked, but with extra mixed frozen veggies and spaghetti, and he&#8217;s added a pasta sauce. It actually looked really good and he was clearly pleased with it. The fact he&#8217;d made the effort of figuring out how to send me photos was great and it made me well up. I was just replying when he called me so we chatted for our usual hour. On the call he also showed me christmas cards he&#8217;d written. One for Mark and Marietjie and another for Macayla. He&#8217;d used some of the cards Mum had made and had in a box, which in itself is really special, and had put a lot of effort in writing their names in a really decorative way. I still have a whole box of the cards Mum has made for me over the years, and they are so dear to me. A part of her I can keep and look back at. But what struck me was that Dad had signed the cards from him and Chloe (the dog), and it made me cry not seeing &#8220;from Mum&#8221; in them. Such small things that mean so much.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had a call with my Dad last thursday. He&#8217;s really bad with technology and struggles with basic things on his phone, but he&#8217;s been getting better with Whatsapp since Mum died. On Thursday he managed to send me photos of the dinner he&#8217;d mad for himself. His usual . onions, mushrooms and chicked, but [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":true,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[70],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2538","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-journal"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p3RawE-EW","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/violetsteel.com\/wordpress15\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2538","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/violetsteel.com\/wordpress15\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/violetsteel.com\/wordpress15\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/violetsteel.com\/wordpress15\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/violetsteel.com\/wordpress15\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2538"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/violetsteel.com\/wordpress15\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2538\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2539,"href":"https:\/\/violetsteel.com\/wordpress15\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2538\/revisions\/2539"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/violetsteel.com\/wordpress15\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2538"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/violetsteel.com\/wordpress15\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2538"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/violetsteel.com\/wordpress15\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2538"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}