My sympathies.
That was sweet. I’m sorry for your loss.
That was a beautifully written tribute; your father sounds like a hell of a guy. You have my condolences.
I’m so very, very sorry.
Many of us wish we would be able to say such nice things about our fathers. Many of us hope that such nice things will be said about us some day. My condolences to you for your loss.
My condolences on your loss.
True tears misted here as well.
Such a eulogy is a testament.
I am sorry for your loss. He sounds like he was a great dad.
He was a man of the sea. Grieve not overlong, the chair is empty, the door ajar and the wind fresh.
Your comments describing your dad made me smile and miss mine just a little more. If you believe in that kind of thing, you can take some solace in the fact that the Old Fart is no longer old, achey, and cantankerous. I’m sorry for your loss.
I’m so sorry. I lost my dear dad almost two years ago… I still miss him but it doesn’t hurt as much any more. Give yourself time! Hugs.
I’m sorry for your loss, he sounds like a real character.
I am sorry for your loss.
I am sorry for your loss.
Yesterday would have been my father’s 79th birthday, had he not died in 2002. I still grieve for things said and unsaid, and I’m sorry for your loss,** manila**.
thank you everyone for your kind comments.
Dad was taken into hospital last Saturday. The day I lost my phone! I was travelling back from work in Italy to Manila. Spent two nights in Dubai then stopped off with friends in the city before I went home. Only just set up my laptop to find out that everyone had been trying to get hold of me for most of the week.
I am thankful that all my memories of my dad are happy. Every single one. Self educated, tolerant, so very very funny and irreverent.
I loved his stories about being on the Atlantic convoys to Arkhangelsk. He met my mum when she was in a school/home for blind kids in Liverpool when he was only 17. On his leaves from the navy he was housed in a catholic orphange type dormitory and joined the boys boxing club run by an old irish priest who was attached to the blind school. Dad always said he managed to catch mam because she was blind and couldn’t see him. ( although mam always said she noticed his red hair and acne!)
He took me on his boats as a boy, Seine Netters in the North Sea. He loved the sea and when mam’s coming and going eyesight eventually failed to just aseeing shadows he came and worked back on land. - never really liked it and lost a little sparkle.
He adored my mother even though it must have made a peculiar sight as he was 6ft and she barely 4’11’’.
Mam died 12 years ago. It was a slow beginning of the end. My younger sister Debbie was always there for him and for that am eternally grateful. Thanks debbs you are a star! Am gonna miss the funeral. But will get a little drunk and get out my photos.
Am not going to write more in this thread. Just wanted to thank you. Stanley Nugent Collins RIP