I do not dwell on this particular day much...prefering to think of him in those good times with a bucket full of tinnies never having lost his English accent as well as a host of other times through out my young life which still make me chuckle, as i try to block out emptying his home for the last time as such thoughts begin to creep in my mind now as i scribble here, going to the local.. tip the charity shops..did i sell his car, or simply give it away,as i tried to take some of the best memory bits home to England. If there is such a thing as an after life i do hope on this day he has a tinnie in his hand whilst talking to one of those faiths that try and capture your mind when they knock on your door, he simply loved the challenge and would talk to them for hours on end... he is sadly missed So Goeth..
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