an old school gentleman. brought up from the school of hard knocks and harder chances. abandoned once by his mum when she left him and his brother in an orphanage in New Zealand. Abandoned the second time when she came back and took only his brother. Jumped ship to canada during the war at 15 years old. caught and given the chance to spend his time in internment or join the british merchant navy despite being much younger that the age requirement.
A fisherman in the north sea. father of three girls and me his only boy.
You were a cantankerous old bugger in your last few years but then cried and told me that it wasn’t you that gave rise to these outbursts but your frustration at the loneliness and helplessness of age. Being so strong in your lifetime you hated being weakened and confined to a chair
no need to explain dad. you were a gentleman. fastidious about wearing a shirt and tie every day… haha u old bugger! your standards of honesty and decency despite the problems you faced mean that I will never be half the man you were.
Am just proud that you were my dad.
I miss you already so much. goodnight you old fart
