31 March 1922 – 15 October 2009.
It certainly doesn’t feel as though a year has passed since our fellow RedBubbler and my dad left us … I have missed him sorely through all the ‘firsts’ that the initial twelve months brings.
Some months ago I’d written this poem from dad’s perspective. He always struggled (and I know I will also as the years go by!) with all the things he still wanted to achieve – and so much appreciated those who still respected him as an intelligent, worthwhile person despite his handicaps and age.
Just needed to post this as a tribute … with a few priceless shots from his life. Thanks Tai for the pic of Ashdene – the family farm where dad spent his formative years.