My Mum is with us this weekend and she brought a few old photos with her of her wedding to my Dad. My Dad died when I was 26 but he has been the biggest influence on my life. He is the yardstick I measure myself against. Simply put he was a gentleman. He worked hard, he played fair and he always set a good example.
He died of cancer, the same cancer I have. It tried to strip him of his dignity at the end as this thing does, but it failed and he died a gentleman.
These photos remind me of the strength and courage that he always showed as he lived his life. He had ambition and with Mum’s help he carved out a great life for us all.
I clean my shoes most days because you should and I think of him. Because of him I know when I have done good and I know when I have fallen short. I guess I’m just thinking out loud here. I think my Dad would have liked me to be a bit braver when the monkey sat on my lap, but either way he loved me.