Big Daddy

It has been 3 years today since my Dad passed away and 7 years this month since Mum passed away. I never saw my Dad growing old, he always looked the same, until we left Invercargill and traveled back every now and again and we would visit. Dad loved his classical Music and on a Sunday morning he would have his opera music playing on the record player and the volume up about as loud as it could go, he would be singing along very nicely to the Mikado or the Magic Flute. He loved his art and this is another one of Dads pieces. A big day yesterday and a long night, I finally got home to my tea at midnight.