A life remembered

My dad died 14 years ago on this day. I'm not sad as we had a good relationship, and I had nothing I wanted to tell him, as he knew how I felt. He began smoking at 12 or 13..John Players the cancer stick of choice. I used to run to the shops to buy them for him. I saw this old sign in an old Inn. It evoked warm memories. He never smoked in the house because of me. Ironically it wasn't the ciggies but asbestos that killed him in the end. Dad I hope I am half the man you were.