My Dad , George, disliked and purposely avoided large gatherings whenever possible. He especially hated funerals. He asked we not have a funeral or celebration of life service for him. We will honour that request. But we all need to grieve in our own way and remember and honour this wonderful man.
My younger brother, Howard, came to visit yesterday afternoon. We talked and remembered my Dad into the early hours of the night.
This morning I was up early and was eagerly looking forward to a grand adventure. Howard had asked me to drive him on the same route I had driven our Dad each Saturday morning, for years ,on our regular outings from the care home where he lived. As a special touch I put on one of my Dad’s old flannel shirts and grabbed a matching one for Howard. It was a fun way to begin our day. Then we headed into town for our journey into the past. As we drove I recalled many of the stories my dad had shared with me in his last years. Howard and I laughed and joked and fondly remembered long ago times. It was a good, special and a fitting way to celebrate my Dad’s legacy.
